Once, I was dating a girl, and we had been living together for about three years. I was having genuine constipation issues and told her about when I was much younger, suppositories were the only thing that worked because I had dealt with the same stomach issues then.
She then began to press on the issue, saying if that would solve the issue, then to do it. I was against the idea, because although MedFet sounds good in theory, I was humiliated at the idea of her knowing I would be taking a suppository. I eventually caved, let her buy them, and when she came home I expected her to hand me the little box, but she asked, “do you want to lay on the couch or the bed?”
I picked the bed, and walked over with my heart imprinting into my rib cage.
As I laid on my stomach, I said what I was thinking, “God this is so embarrassing.” She was gentle when asking me to pull my pants down, but that only added to my humiliation of willingly lying down to expose my asshole to her.
With my jeans and boxers mid thigh, hearing the foil crinkle, I remember pressing my face into the sheets feeling patronized and then wondering if the actual insertion would be painful.
I remember that fear intensifying when she used one hand to pry apart one cheek, telling me to relax, I started fearing burning or resistance.
I jumped, when she put the tip in, but I didn’t really feel myself open for it, I was surprised at how quick and arousing it was in the end.