Jan 022008
 

So I was on the IM the other night, negotiating a meeting for the following evening with a friend of mine. We’d been working up to some lovely buggery for ages, and finally we possessed both the heart and the means to make his wish a reality.

But as happens in my little world, even the most ardent conversation can get derailed by life’s other demands. In this case, the demands came from a child up in the night with a cough and a bubbling pot of chili. Listen in?

Me: Sorry to have disappeared. I’m back and forth between the child and a pot of chili.

Him: Yum, chili.

Me: Oh, you like chili? You want that I should bring over the implements of assfuckery and some chili for you?

Him: Nah, best be one or the other.

Me: Well then. Which would you prefer?

Him: I can make my OWN chili. Bring the damn strap-on!

So I made a mental note to lay off the chili past noon the next day, and I packed up my little bag of sodomy goodies.

 

Dear Men,

So you want to have buttsex, do you? Perhaps you’ve seen the act depicted in porn and it seemed hot, eh? You thought you’d like to have a new passage, a tighter passage, a more forbidden passage into which to dip your wick?

Congratulations! This is a lofty goal, and I’d like nothing more than to speed you on your path with all good will.

But before you get too carried away with dreams of the ass, may I fill you in on some few small details? I may? Thank you.

For the love of pete please first banish from your mind the thought that you will be able to fuck your partner’s virgin ass tonight. You won’t. You can’t. At least, you can’t fuck her ass tonight if you’d like to be able to fuck her ass ever again.

Don’t ruin it for yourself, dude. Don’t ruin it for every other man she’s ever going to be with. Most of all, don’t ruin it for HER. What you do now can affect how she’ll think about buttsex—and about you—for a long time to come. Take it slowly and you will reap the benefits.

Next, don’t try to “numb her to the pain.” Yes there are products specifically for this purpose, but they are not a good idea. You don’t want her numb to the pain. In fact you don’t want her in pain at all.

What you want to do is introduce the idea to her gradually, as something you’d like for her to enjoy, not just bear. You want to go slowly, so that her body can learn to relax enough to accept first a toy, then maybe a finger, then after a long while and much pleasure, your body.

It’s slow, understand? It’s about trust. It’s about learning together that you can do this without pain and without the world coming to an end if things go awry—and trust me, when there’s buttsex happening, sooner or later things will go awry. Learning to handle these things is the difference between buttfuckery being either amazing or a complete disaster.

See what I mean? It’s not about numbing her up and jamming it in tonight, ok?

Your ultimate goal is to make buttsex so incredibly pleasurable for her that she’ll beg you for it. You want her wound up with enough desire that she’ll moan, “Fuck my ass, baby, please fuck my ass!” every time you have sex.

Or, you know, maybe every other time.

Oh, and may I make one final suggestion? You want your girl to take it up the ass? Have a thought about showing her that it can be done. Get yourself a sweet lil’ dildo and put it in your own ass. Show her how easy it is. Show her that you love it. Show her that you’re willing to do exactly the same thing you’re asking her to do.

If this thought makes you cringe, consider that perhaps that’s exactly how she’s feeling about stuffing your big ol’ sausage up there, you know what I’m saying?

Thank you for listening! Carry on now.

Sincerely,

aag

 

After reading this post, a reader asked:

What does a man feels inside the ass as compared to the vagina? I know about the “tighter sensation” with the anal sphincter, but after that?

I was told that the vagina is like a sheath, adapting to the penis. But in the butt, the passage becomes larger after a while.

It must feel like a void, doesn’t it? What does the penis head “think” of this?

Once again I am reminded of the sad fact that I do not possess a penis and therefore cannot adequately answer this question.

It is such a cryin’ shame that we don’t come with the option of switching genitalia for just one day. Just once! I’d do it in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t want one of those big things hangin’ around forever, but just for a while. Ooooo the fun I’d have!

I’ve had my finger inside a couple of willing bottoms and I’ve felt nothing remotely resembling a void. It’s snug and hot and throbbing. However, I concede that a finger is quite unlike a cock either in length or girth.

Male readers, and especially male readers with penis heads that “think,” could you answer this question? How does it feel? How is it different?

Tell all in the comments below.

Oct 162007
 

“I need you to fuck my ass.”

“As you wish,” he said, and he guided me into a new position.

On my knees, I leaned against the couch and presented him with my bottom. He poured over us a precious half-ounce of our co-owned lube.

“Slow, go slow,” I moaned. He went perfectly slowly, at least until I pushed back against him, the signal that all systems were a go for anything, anything at all.

He moves so well. How did he learn, I wondered. Did he go to school for sex? If so, he’d have a post-graduate degree in fucking. Did he have a coach, someone who coolly looked over his shoulder, critiquing his performance until it was perfect?

Or has he simply spent the past 30-plus years in careful study of what his partners like?

I reaped the benefits of his knowledge as I bent over the couch. I could do nothing but come and come and come some more.

My high-school friend and I used to say that a certain cute boy made us “wet to the knees.” We had only the very vaguest idea of what that meant. I understand it now, finally, twenty-odd years later. I understood it particularly well bent over my couch and gushing down my legs as he slid so smoothly into and out of my bottom.

Eventually my legs collapsed and my weak arms dropped off the couch. I ended up kneeling on the floor like someone praying, which seemed about right considering that I couldn’t stop murmuring “OhGodohGodohGod.”

He kept on fucking me right through the gushing, through the position change, through the praying.

Come to think of it, maybe I ought to consider kneeling in prayer one of these days. Maybe I should start thanking God that this man wandered into my life.

 

The other day, a sweet reader named Annie left me this question:

“…Anal sex seems to be all the rage. Is it really worth it? As a woman, you are obviously able to compare with vaginal sex. I mean, is it not a fad…? Why would a woman need anal sex, when she’s got a vagina, the ideal self-lubrified device that mother nature specially crafted for the purpose?”

Dear Annie,

Anal sex may be all the rage, but it is not for everyone. If it squicks you out to think about it, you shouldn’t do it. You especially shouldn’t do it with someone who tells you that everyone else is doing it.

‘Cause someone who tells you that is just trying to pressure you, and asses don’t respond well to peer pressure.

Anal sex might be a fad; I can’t answer that question. I have no idea. Let me tell you what. I’ll keep on having anal sex for the next 50 years, and then I’ll get back to you on whether or not it’s a fad. Do we have a deal, Annie?

Now as far as “needing” anal sex. Do you mean would your average woman die without it? Of course not. Humans need physical contact, emotional bonding, and a healthy dose of lurve, but all that can be obtained in ways other than by putting something up your ass.

And sure, Annie, you’re right; the vagina does generally self-lubrify (love that!) quite nicely. It does a wonderful job of welcoming in hard cock and (in my experience, at least) it seems to enjoy the presence of hard cock immensely.

Shall we summarize? Anal sex could be a fad, and it’s certainly not something you need, because (as you so rightly point out, Annie) the vagina is a right nice place for sex.

But sometimes, sometimes we do things not because we need to, but because we want to. Because we really REALLY want to. Because for months or even years, we’ve wanted to. Because something deep inside our tiny reptilian brains screams out in a voice that cannot be ignored, “Penetrate my bottom!”

And if you are wise, if you love your ass (and why wouldn’t you love your ass?) you will listen to that part of your brain, because (and this is the secret) ass sex feels really great to some people. It feels really great to some men and some women. It feels really great to some straight folks and some not-straight folks.

It doesn’t feel better than vaginal sex, nor does it feel worst than vaginal sex. It just feels different. It feels different in the same way that oral sex feels different than vaginal sex. It feels different in the same way that blue looks different from red. It feels different in the same way that lasagna tastes different from steak.

None of those things are intrinsically better or worse. They are just different.

If you are among those folks for whom anal sex feels really great, you’ll know what I mean, Annie. You’ll know exactly why it’s worth the effort to prepare your ass (and your mind) for anal sex. You’ll know exactly why you devote the time to working with your partner toward anal sex.

You do it because buttsex feels really great, and it feels really great to share that really great feeling with your partner.

And the only way you’ll know if you are one of the folks who loves anal sex is if you try anal sex.

But Annie, please don’t have anal sex until you know you want to try. When you are ready to try, a small voice in your head will start begging. You’ll be enjoying your traditional sexual activities when suddenly you’ll hear, “Play with me, please!”

And you’ll discover that it’s your ass begging for attention. If that happens, consider exploring buttsex.

If that never ever happens, don’t worry about it. There are dozens if not hundreds or even thousands of other quite wonderful sexual activities you can enjoy without ever bringing your ass into the mix.

Does all this help, Annie?

Readers, any other suggestions for Annie? Leave them in the comments, please.

Aug 282007
 

Once upon a time and a long long time ago, a girl named aag learned through a series of instructive events about the amazingly sensitive nature of the ass.

It became her quest to provide anal pleasure to her lover, who, despite his vastly greater experience in every other possible sexual endeavor, was almost a complete neophyte when it came to receptive anal luv.

He was almost a complete neophyte…and he wanted to learn.

So as time progressed, aag brought along a series of toys and other implements in an effort to catch her lover’s fancy. On their very first meeting, in fact, aag presented him with a large red dildo which she loved beyond all reason.

Her lover took one look at it and pulled away. “Too big, baby!”

Aag pouted prettily and tucked the toy into her own bottom. “See, lover? It fits!” But he remained steadfast in his refusal to allow the red toy entrance.

So aag went back to her toy box. Next time, she brought along a hard metal toy with a very small bulb on its end. After plentiful oral ministrations, her lover allowed her to slip the metal bulb home. “Too hard, baby!” he said.

Next aag brought out a very slim glass toy, which unfortunately came with a ridge of glass around the shaft. “Too…ridge-y!” said her lover.

Then aag attempted the introduction of her finger into her lover’s tight little hole. This was graciously allowed. It was in fact enjoyed immensely, most especially when aag also locked her mouth onto his hard cock concurrently. But still, the finger rankled. “It’s too rough, lover,” he pointed out.

Aag sweetly suggested that her lover search the internet for an appropriate tool. He dove into this enterprise with gusto, quickly coming up with a toy that was neither too large nor too small, too hard nor too soft, too ridge-y nor too…non-ridge-y, too rough nor too frictionless.

It was this, and it was deemed to be perfect. It was ordered.

And when at last the time came, aag bent her delicious friend over into the position he’d so often demanded of her. She knelt down behind him and applied her mouth to his freely hanging balls and her lips to his freshly washed bottom.

She thanked the stars and the planets, the gods and the goddesses, her agent, her friends, her family and the Academy for sending her a lover so very scrupulous about the rigorous washing of each naughty bit before playtime with her. Her lover likely had no idea how much this small gesture thrilled her.

Perhaps he does now.

She stroked, she nuzzled, she licked and she kissed each millimeter of his tender flesh, insinuating at intervals their new purchase into his bottom. She dribbled lube freely over him, then when he pushed back against the toy one last time, she drove it home.

Judging from the noises coming from the pillow, her lover adored it. Aag held the toy in place while her lover fucked himself silly; she added a stroke to his cock every so often.

The toy was just right.

After a pleasant interval spent in anal bliss-itude, he eased himself gently off the toy and demanded the instantaneous exchanging of positions. He spent his lust on aag, who was more than happy to be on the receiving end once more. Finally they collapsed into a happy groaning pile of twisted limbs, slippery fluids and raggedy breathing.

And they lived happily ever…ah, let’s not jinx it.

Aug 062007
 

For all the apparent confidence I might seem to have about buttsex, there have been times that it has completely terrified me.

Not because of the pain aspect. It’s never felt painful. Instead, I worry about poo.

***Please forgive me for discussing poo on a sexblog. If this squicks you out too much, go look at some pretty pretty pictures, ok?***

Rationally, I know my bottom is simply confused. It’s so conditioned to interpreting that particular sensation as needing to use the facilities that I get panicky when I’m first entered. I worry that poo will make an appearance, even though I know there’s none there. I worry even though I know that my partner would still like me even if we had a minor poo-tastrophe.

I know those things, and yet I do more than my share of panicking. However, the longer I have successful buttsex, the more my confidence grows.

Not long ago, my friend and I managed to spend several hours doing almost every single thing that a man and a woman can do to each other–except for buttsex. Not wanting to sully our record with anything but a complete performance, we set out to correct the omission.

I was so happily altered by our previous activities that I planted myself in the middle of the bed on all fours, not caring in the least that one hand and one knee wound up in puddles. I tilted my bottom up as he applied copious amounts of lube to us. I Zen-ed out while he entered me.

Once he was in me and moving slowly, I realized that I was not panicking. At all. My mind skipped right over the whole oh-my-god-I’ve-got-to-go feeling and went straight to the oh-my-god-this-is-fabulous feeling.

It was enormously enjoyable. It was so enjoyable that only moments later I was gushing down my legs despite the fact that I’d come about ten-thousand times not long before.

I gushed, and then I came in earnest. It was one of those orgasms that froze me in place and clenched every muscle in my pelvis. Apparently it felt pretty good to my friend too, because he wrapped his hand around my throat, clamped his teeth on my earlobe and moaned hard.

I nearly lost an earlobe and an eardrum but I didn’t care.

Let this serve as a note to my future self. Self, remember how easy it was this time. Don’t sweat that feeling of imminent poo-tastrophe. It’s not real. Remember.

 

A few weeks ago Babeland sent me this cute little toy to review for Jane’s Guide. I took one look at it and went, “Eh.”

I mean, it really doesn’t look like much, does it? A little controller with a silvery button, a telephone-style cord, and a rubbery bullet. Who would expect much from a toy like that?

I certainly didn’t. I have a fondness for what one toy company representative termed “weapons-grade” sex toys, and this little egg certainly didn’t look like it would be capable of the kind of stimulation I need.

But work is work, and as little as I enjoy wankin’ for dollarz (*heavy sigh*), it must be done. So I loaded the toy up with batteries and hopped into bed.

I was somewhat distracted from a conversation I’d just had on the phone with a sexy man, so I was not really thinking too clearly when I tucked the tiny bullet between my labia, squeezed my legs tightly together and pressed the big silver button. I was expecting at most a gentle buzz that might eventually (with the help of a previously-concocted fantasy) put me over the edge.

Instead I yelped when the egg roared to life. My entire body went as stiff as if I’d been electrocuted. I scrambled for the controller in order to turn the toy off.

A gentle buzz? Hell no! The toy sent me through the roof. The thing’s fuckin’ awesome.

The toy also has several different vibing patterns that made it feel like someone was typing coded messages on my clit. See, in print that doesn’t sound so great, but in real life? It went something like this: THUNK – thunk – THUNK – thunk – THUNK – OOOOGod! Repeat for as long as you can stand.

I repeated for a long long time and found myself in starry-eyed love with the toy.

I knew I had to take it with me next time I got together with my friend. I gave him advance warning of what I wanted (he’s used to a never-ending lineup of sex-toys arriving in my purse). He agreed that mine was a fine plan.

So when the moment was right, I asked my friend if he was ready. Oh, he was very very ready, as was evidenced by the look in his eyes and the throbbing quality of his erection. He moved to stand behind me while I assumed the position on the bed. I tucked the egg inside my pussy while he slid on a condom.

“Turn it on, baby,” I purred to him.

Can you guess what happened? In the brain-scrambling pleasure of the moment (I blame him) I’d forgotten the extraordinary power of this little vibe, and when he turned it on I once again shrieked and had to be peeled from the ceiling.

Eventually we dialed the vibe to an acceptable setting. My friend slowly worked his magic on my bottom as I enjoyed the thunking in my cunt. The devil played with the settings on the toy, finally ending up with a pattern that felt a little like this: thunk – Thunk – THUNK – THUNK! – thunk – Thunk – THUNK – THUNK! And then he started fucking me in time to the thunking.

Let me tell you, thunking-punctuated fucking is a beautiful thing. Thunking-punctuated fucking with gushing is an even more beautiful thing. I did the former for a while, then I did the latter for a while, and then I noticed something.

The noise from the vibe had changed. It still felt the same, but I guess the acoustical properties of my vajayjay were altered by the insistent stroking in my bottom, not to mention the streams of come running from me.

Instead of thunk – Thunk – THUNK – THUNK!, the noise from my pussy sounded more like thwack – Thwack – THWACK – THWACK! I did my best to stop moaning and pay closer attention. Yep, thwack – Thwack – THWACK- THWACK!, accompanied by an odd rattle from the vibe wiggling in the wetness.

I willed myself not to giggle.

But then the noise changed again, or at least my perception of the noise changed. Instead of thwack – Thwack – THWACK – THWACK! , I began hearing quack – Quack – QUACK – QUACK! Add to that the wet little rattle, and it sounded like a duck was drowning in my nether regions.

As you know, I come very very easily. Ridiculously easily, some might say. But I assure you that it is damn near impossible for me to come when I’ve got a cunt fulla waterlogged poultry.

I had to giggle. Soon the insistent thrusting from behind me slowed. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

I told him about the drowning duck. He pulled the foul beast from me, flung it across the room and went back to his insistent thrusts.

And this is but one small thing I adore about this man. He can fuck in time with a cunt-drowned duck, but when at last its goofy quack causes me to giggle hysterically, he can rescue me without even losing a beat.

 

If you’ve closely followed the instructions given in Part One: How to Have Buttsex…More Than Once–congratulations! You are ready to move on to Part 2.

Eventually your bottom will decide that this buttfucking thing is pretty damn cool. Your bottom will begin sending you little mental greeting cards with messages like “You are the best. I love you. Will you fuck me tonight?” Respond appropriately. Step it up a notch. Find a larger toy that more approximates the size and shape of a penis. This is one of my favorites, but there are a vast number of alternatives scattered across the internets and in sex shops. Choose one that makes your bottom quiver with lust.

At some point, whether it is days, weeks or even months after your first forays into buttplay, you will compare your latest toy to your lover and realize that if you are comfortable with the size of your toy, you will also be comfortable with the size of your lover.

I’m hoping that by this point you have the kind of relationship with your lover where you won’t worry that the world will fall apart if the buttsex goes awry. I had complete confidence in the one person (to date) whom I have allowed to enjoy the pleasures of my bottom; before the buttsex was even under discussion, he’d proven himself to be warm, calm, kind, accepting and all those other lovely characteristics that showed me that he’d accept and even love that part of my body no matter what little tricks it might play on us.

Buttsex seemed–and still seems–far more intimate than vaginal sex. It’s not something I’d do with just anyone. It boils down (for me) to the fear of two things: Pain and poo.

The fear of pain and the fear of poo may make you very cautious when you decide to give your ass. If you have any question about your partner’s ability to deal with either your pain or your poo, you should probably hold off.

When at last your ass begs you to fill it with actual (as opposed to silicone) cock, choose a night when there is utterly no rush. Assemble the necessary supplies and then have fun together. Only after you’ve both gotten completely worked up (and had many orgasms already, if you can) should you think about the butt. Have your partner use a condom. Lube, then lube again, both your behind and his cock. Then add more lube. Really, you can’t have too much.

I’ve preferred buttsex in the doggy-style position because it lets me both relax into the bed and also push back against my partner. I like to be very very still as he gently enters me, a millimeter at a time. Here’s where trust is so important. You must be able to trust that he’ll go as slowly as you need him to, and that he’ll stop if you want him to. If you can’t trust absolutely that he’ll do this, then you’ve got some conversing to do before you lube up, sister.

Have your partner stand behind you and very…very…very slowly nudge his cockhead into your ass and then pause. You will feel extremely stretched when he enters you. You may also feel the need to poo. You almost certainly don’t need to poo; that’s just the confused message your behind is sending to your brain. Breathe out slowly and keep calm. The feeling will pass.

If it hurts for more than a moment, add more lube. Ask your partner to go even slower. If it’s still uncomfortable, congratulate yourselves for a good first effort, clean up, then turn your attention to other fun activities.

Remember…there is no rush. There are no prizes for buttfucking successfully on the first attempt. Just try again another night.

If you can relax with your partner’s cockhead inside of, it’s time to move deeper. Push back gently onto your partner. As the butt-fuckee, you get to control the pace. Really, once your body has accepted his head, it will probably be more than happy to take the rest of his cock.

That’s why you practiced on your own for so long. Remember?

Once you’ve assured yourself that you can take your partner’s entire cock without the world coming to an end, it is time to turn over the responsibility for thrusting to him. You trust that he’ll stop if you ask, right? And that he’ll pay attention for signs of distress on your part, eh?

‘Cause if you have any questions about those two things, you shouldn’t even be thinking about giving him your ass.

If you are enjoying having your butt taken by your partner, experiment by gently tilting your pelvis. This should allow him to hit your gspot harder, which is REALLY REALLY NICE. You can also try slowing down and then squeezing with the same muscles you contract during a Kegel.

He’ll probably love it.

If you get close to coming (I so hope that you do!) you can try pushing out when the orgasm approaches. This may make you gush. Or it might not. Either way, it’ll be a different and interesting sensation for both you and your partner.

Your partner should NOT pull out of you without warning. If he’s ready to pull out, either before or after orgasm, he should do it very very gently. Plan on going twice as slowly as you think you should. Jerking it out will be painful and potentially messy.

The second the cock comes out, it’s nice to have a dark towel nearby for a quick wipe-up and for condom removal. Just a once-over will suffice for now. After you’ve regained your senses and cuddled for a bit, then you can clean up more thoroughly in the bathroom.

The fuckee gets first choice on who goes first.

Once clean, you both must return to bed for additional cuddling. Forgo any discussions of the raw mechanics of what just transpired. You can do that later, after everyone’s emotions have settled down. Just cuddle, and talk, and touch, and maybe move on to more sex.

Or maybe, if you’re both so inclined, it’ll be his turn to experience the pleasures of buttsex.

 

I’ve heard it 863 times now (I’ve been keeping track). “I tried it once and it was awful.” Or “My ex did it to me once and ruined it for me.” Or “I’d like to do it again but I’m afraid it’ll be as bad as the first time.”

With a fervent desire to elevate butt-luv to the highest echelons of sexual experience for as many people as is possible, I would like to give you some ideas about how to make your first experience with anal so amazing that you’ll want to try it again. And again. And again.

A caveat: I am not an expert. Read here for much more information on the topic in general, or here for some panty-drippingly hot personal accounts and instructions.

I have but one iron-clad rule which I will get it out of the way first. Both the giver and the receiver of the anal attentions must want it and want it badly. If this criterion is not met, nothing else will go well, no matter how hard you try.

If the penis-owning partner wants no part of inserting his willy into your ass, or if the ass-owning partner can’t imagine being penetrated in that manner, you are SOL. I can’t help you.

If the receiver really, really wants it, the first thing she (here I’m making the wild assumption that she will be a she; of course she needn’t be a she, but I am a she, so there you go. Extrapolate at will.) must do is practice on her own. No partner. No audience. No help. Privacy is absolutely necessary.

To get comfortable with anal play, you have to convince yourself that you can have things in your ass without poo going everywhere and without horrific pain. You can–but you won’t believe me until you try it for yourself.

For this part of the program, I suggest a very thin dildo. Be sure to select a dildo with a flared base made specifically for anal play, as the last thing you want to do on the same day that you violate your own virgin ass it to have to haul that ass to the nearest ER for the surgical removal of a toy from your rectum. This would be exceptionally awkward. Flared base. Got it?

Also, invest in some high quality thick lube. Maximus is nice, but the Sliquid line is almost as nice and it doesn’t have the drawback of an icky taste. Thus you can repurpose your unused Sliquid for any activities requiring lube, just in case your anal adventures are a complete bust.

Put the dildo and the lube within reach of the bed. Add to the pile your favorite method for working your body into a pre-assplay frenzy. I like a good strong vibrator. Do you like porn? Turn some on. Will fingers suffice? So be it.

Toss down an old towel of a darker shade on the bed. I have a black towel expressly for this purpose. Place another dark towel near the bed. You’ll need this later. Then hop in bed and make sure everything you need is within reach.

You may notice that I’ve said nothing about enemas. I’ve not yet tried an enema, although I’m not against their use. If you feel the need, go right ahead. If you’ve recently used your butt for its primary purpose, an enema’s probably not going to add much to the cleanliness aspect, but if it makes you happy, enema away.

If you are multiply-orgasmic, get your bad self off in your standard way a whole lotta times before you even think about your bottom. If you aren’t multiply-orgasmic, get yourself exquisitely, throbbingly close to an orgasm a few times before you even think about your bottom. Your goal is to be so achingly horny that your inhibitions drop to nearly nothing.

Then lube both the dildo and your ass liberally. Make sure the lube goes right up the shaft of the toy, as that part may eventually be inside you too. If the toy has a long enough handle, you can try inserting it while you lie on your back. If not, roll on your side with one knee pulled toward your chest.

When first you try to insert a toy, your ass will be very confused. It will be all agog with wonder that something is violating the rule (One Way Only!) that has been so strictly followed up until this point.

Asses can be stubborn creatures and comfortable in their habits. Your job is not to force your ass to bend to your will. You must coerce your ass. Romance your ass. Woo your ass. Nudge the toy ever so gently against the opening until it wants to open up.

It will help if you do two things at this point. First of all, if you can in any way manage it, keep up the stimulation you were using before. Can you wedge a vibe against the bed? Can you nestle a bullet between your labia? Can you keep on watching porn? Good. We’re not trying to pull a fast one on your butt. We’re only trying to keep the level of happy relaxation going.

It will also help matters greatly if you push gently out against the dildo you are attempting to insert. Yes, push out. When my dear friend and butt-mentor first explained it to me, I didn’t believe him. But pushing out against your toy will actually open up your bottom wonderfully. Don’t believe me? Try it.

You will feel some resistance, but if you are sufficiently lubed and horny as hell, the tip of your dildo should eventually make its grand entrance into your bottom. Go very slowly. Do not force it.

If this time it doesn’t go, relube and try again. Or not. It’s not a competition to see how much / how fast / how many / how large you can take. The more relaxed you are, the easier it will slide in. But if it doesn’t, just finish getting off and try again another day. A not-forced bottom is a happy bottom. A forced bottom has the potential to make your life exceedingly miserable.

It make take you several sessions before you can insert your toy. That’s alright. The goal here is to be able to have buttsex eventually. You may have to practice for weeks before you are comfortable enough to move past this point. If your partner is understanding, he’ll wait. If he’s not, then he doesn’t deserve to get into your ass in the first place.

After you have gotten the toy into your bottom successfully, you’ll want to play. Thrusting is nice, but it’s not for everyone. Try it and see, because it’s especially nice to be able to hit your g-spot from inside your ass. It’s really especially nice.

But if you find this less nice than I do, think about experimenting with clitoral stimulation while your dildo simply rests inside your bottom. This also is amazing.

You may need to wedge your toy against the bed in some way so that it doesn’t shoot out of you. Butt-muscles are surprisingly strong, and while it can be damned funny when your butt fires your toy across the room, your cat will be pissed as hell if he gets hit in the head with it, and you will be less than enthused if this happens right as you are about to come. To avoid this possibility, find a toy with a thin neck designed to stay in while you play.

Orgasms with something in my bottom feel completely different than orgasms without. I feel more opened, more exposed, more hot. Expect yours to feel different as well.

When you want to take your toy out, you again will need to work very slowly. Give your bottom time again to open up, and under no circumstances should you yank the toy from your body. Gently pull on the toy, going especially slowly when its head is coming free of your body. Push a little if you can.

It’s not stuck. Really. Just keep working it.

When finally it breaks free, use the towel that is not under your bottom both to wipe up any drips (there will be drips) and to wrap the toy. Get that bad boy to the bathroom as soon as you’re done cuddling with yourself. Give it a thorough wipe off and bath.

During my year-plus of playing with my bottom, I have yet to experience a feeling I’d describe as pain. Some people do. I’m just lucky, or have a high pain tolerance, or a slight degree of brain damage, or something. But if you feel pain that does not resolve almost immediately into intense pleasure, you should stop.

Don’t for the love of God even dream of using any kind of desensitizing product. The point of buttsex is pleasure, not numbness, and if you even briefly trick your body into ignoring pain in the moment, you can rest assured that it will repay you with additional pain on the following day.

Later we’ll continue our lesson on buttplay. We’ll talk about how to incorporate your partner into your buttplay in such a manner that you’ll both want to try it again and again and again.

Now get on outta here and practice. Then come back and tell me how it felt.

Part Two is here.

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