A few months ago, I wrote about my desire to use a strap-on on a man. I decided I would just hope the next gent that turned my love-gears was a bit freakier. * * * After a couple months of dating and a general barrage of bodily exploration, I confessed my desire to peg him. Curled up on my best friend's couch in Brooklyn, I explained my plan. What began as a quiet, rather inarticulate longing toggling between vague notions of jealousy (it just seemed so unfair that I couldn't blithely thump away at a beautifully tight wet hole) and sheer taboo-laden lust (how hot and humiliating to be taken from behind by a girl wielding a purple penis) had become a fixation. After our break-up, which of course had nothing to do with the absence of ass-play (though it was perhaps a latent symbol of our possibly dissonant world-views), a strange paralysis overtook me. He, as always in regards to sex-romping, responded with delight and curiosity, a reaction typically reserved for an odd dessert or a strange melody you can't quite put your finger on. "Tonight you're helping me shop for a strap-on." "Oh god! Below are the 5 top reasons black women are apprehensive about going there with a white guy.1.
He'd occasionally get a few fingers in my ass here and there—sometimes from behind, sometimes when he was going down on me—but in truth, I knew he was always waiting to wash his hands. I didn't realize how stifling the whole situation actually was. I can’t count the number of letters I’ve gotten from virgin readers, men and women of just about every age who have not had sex yet and are desperately afraid that they’re “too late”.Some may have had physical intercourse with another person – oral sex, mutual masturbation, possibly even anal sex – but consider themselves virgins because they’ve never had penile/vaginal sex.In the wake of my last break-up I was feeling a bit miffed, ya know? But for me, I realized that one didn't have to preclude the other. Was I supposed to inquire during the first date with a new guy about the possibility of penetrating their rump with a Lara Croft-esque harness before we began rolling around or dating . He was keen to try it—in fact, it seemed he'd always wanted to give that a go. " She gushed, shaking her head of blonde curls and clapping her hands. Three years and not a single good ass-romping to write home about. He didn't want cumin all over his spuds or teriyaki on his steak. It's not like every time I was in the proverbial mood it had to be some elaborate sex experiment with toys and cords and back-scratch fever. As the holidays crept closer, I kept joking that I was buying myself a strap-on for Christmas. "I am just so happy that this is finally happening for you." She paused, daunted by the possibility of it all.