A Proposal

I am exhausted by work and my organic chemistry class. I cannot stand to think anymore about patients or polymers. So I turn my thoughts to something infintely more pleasant-- my boyfriend's ass.

I told Mick yesterday that I wanted to fuck his magnificent ass with a strap-on. He seemed interested, but wary. Finally he asked, 'But if I enjoy it, won't that mean I'm gay?'

'No,' I replied. 'Not if it's a woman on the other end. Maybe not even if it's a man.'

'Okay, so how do you define 'gay' then?' he asked.

I thought about it. 'Someone who's attracted to the same sex more than 50% of the time,' I answered. 'About 50% would make you bisexual, and anything lower than that would make you a normal human being. See, humans are social creatures, and we are biologically hardwired to want to suck, fuck, and rub on each other. It's good for bonding, and it builds emotional attachment within a group. Lots of primates are very promiscious. But humans are socially conditioned otherwise. In any case, sexual orientation is defined by who you're primarily attracted to, not what sex acts you like or dislike.'

Did he believe me? I don't know. I guess time will tell.

At the time of this writing, I don't own a strap-on. I've never used on anyone before, male or female. But I want to do Mick, God help me, I really do.

He's not ready for it yet in any case.

Mick's still new to the world of anal play, and I am thoroughly enjoying introducing him to it.

I gave him his first enema from a bag about two months ago. It didn't go as I had planned. First of all, it wasn't recreational. He was feeling really terrible at the time, I was pretty worried about him. I rushed the insertion of the nozzle too much, and I think it hurt him. He took the two quarts really well, and said it didn't give him cramps. And the important thing was that if produced the desired result. But I don't think he enjoyed it that much.

I really enjoyed giving it though. When I first started being honest with myself about my desires, I only wanted to receive. The idea of giving a man an enema really turned me off. I'm not sure what changed that for me. I'd still rather be the recepient, but being the giver gets me extremely horny now.

We've also enjoyed playing with suppositories. I believe he actually enjoys them. I know I do, both giving them to him and receiving. We tried glycerin suppositories, and they didn't do anything for either one of us, other than feel nice. And of course, the finger in the anus is always stimulating. We talked about trying Dulcolax, which work completely differently than glycerin. So last time we were together, we bought a box and tried them together, with Mick in a nappie and the potty for me. Yeah, they worked all right. The cramping was amazing. By the time I got off the throne, Mick was still filling his diaper. We're fans now. Hmmm, I wonder if they have that option on Facebook. 'Dulcolax....click here to become a fan!'

I think he is enjoying my finger in there too. At first, I felt like he was simply humoring me. Then I found his prostate, and rubbed it till he came. It was so cool-I could actually feel the contraction a few seconds before orgasm. And he just about hit the closet door when he came. I think men are so lucky to have such a cool part of their anatomy. Yeah, yeah, I know that women are supposed to have the G-spot. Big freakin' deal. If it was in my bottom, I might be more enthusiastic about it, I guess.

Then there were the beads. I love anal beads myself. They are one of my favorite toys. I like to push them in slowly and pull the last, big beads on the chain out really slow, then push them back in, etc. The thing is, I like them pulled out fast when I orgasm. Mick didn't. Oops.

And finally, I love rimming him. I love the way he tastes and smells.I know that must sound weird, but the anus, when it's clean, has a musky scent. It's where our appocrine sweat glands are. Tons of pheromones. It drives me crazy.

Hmmm, I wonder if Mick will respond to this with a list of his own, 'Things I've Put in Anne's Ass'. If he doesn't, maybe I will.