I originally shared this on another site and felt I got a lackluster response I put a lot into it, here goes;
Preface, I don't know what inspired me to write this, but I'm glad I did. It helped me look inward.
I LOVE anal, ever since I was just a kid; I was just one of those who found my anus as a "tingly" spot before my penis. Mostly I would just play with my fingers and some toys, (K’nex pieces I remember) even then I liked the feeling of something just being there in my hole. I discovered the shower hose enema as a preteen and subsequently learned to enjoy enemas, although I did not get my hands on an actual bag until late into my teenage years.
I managed to get my first plug around then, a doc j triple ripple I believe, I revered it! My enjoyment of anal sensation while doing other things became firmly implanted in my psyche around then likely. I had permission to use an elderly neighbor hot-tub in exchange for maintaining it. Late at night, I would stuff it all the way and get it good and comfortable, then grab a towel and book or music and walk across the neighborhood with my hole stuffed to the brim. Enjoying a private hot tub naked and plugged is just wonderful. That was my first actual out of the house plugging experience.
My pursuit of kink continued into my early twenties but dissipated when the common overworking adult life takes over. Somewhere along the line I never learned how to divulge my desires to partners and ended up on a vanilla relationship all the way until 10 months of marriage when I came across the 2 plugs I had held onto. I slowly got back into enjoying anal play but was always ashamed of myself for not having the courage, to be honest with my wife. The farthest our mutual pursuit of kinky play was buying a set of bed restraints (only ever used once, and a basic pegging kit, also only once) Then the day came when she found my stash of toys (it had grown) and things went downhill from there.
We are separated now and I am coming to accept the fact. I suppose I thought I could get her to open her mind to all the possibilities beyond “normal” intimacy. I was ready to be patient. But, life is short and people rarely change quickly. As much as my heart wants her back, my brain knows it’s for the best. I have concluded as far as my being the kinky person I am, what is, just is. I think I’m kinky, therefore I am.
TLDR; I've always liked anal play.
Cheers