It was a matter of size
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 5:49 pm
Like most women, I suppose, anal is one of those things you experience once you become sexually active. It was never a big deal for me and if a guy asked for it, I would usually agree even though I didn’t get much out of it (other than a sore bottom, ha ha). It seems that when it comes to sex, women spend a lot of time pleasing guys and our bottoms is one of the things we are prepared to offer our lovers, just like our mouths and vags.
Things changed for me when I had a Samoan lover. He was big in every way and I found vaginal sex uncomfortable, even painful. It wasn’t the stretching caused by his girth (yeah, I actually loved that) but the depth he penetrated. Maybe I’m unusual in that way, but eight inches is about as much as I can take before it begins to make me wince. And as for banging up against my cervix – well, there’s no pleasure for me in that! When he suggested we do it anal I was really doubtful, but I liked him a lot and finally agreed. It took some time to get past my sphincter (I was in my mid-30s and certainly no anal virgin, just hadn’t taken anything over size back there before). Once he was through, he was able to sink full length into me without butting up against any obstruction, and it was a relief that I could fully accommodate him. Before long our sex life was just oral and anal. We were having deep and energetic anal sex and I was glad I could offer him that. In time it became really pleasurable for me too – not just something I suffered through to make him happy.
The relationship lasted a year and my fondest memories are of the sex we had – his weight on my back flattening me into the mattress, his cock so deep in my arse it took my breath away, his fucking so hard it felt like it was churning up all my organs, my stretched anus sensitive to the pulsing in his shaft when he came...
So, for me, penis size was the thing that really got me into anal sex.
Things changed for me when I had a Samoan lover. He was big in every way and I found vaginal sex uncomfortable, even painful. It wasn’t the stretching caused by his girth (yeah, I actually loved that) but the depth he penetrated. Maybe I’m unusual in that way, but eight inches is about as much as I can take before it begins to make me wince. And as for banging up against my cervix – well, there’s no pleasure for me in that! When he suggested we do it anal I was really doubtful, but I liked him a lot and finally agreed. It took some time to get past my sphincter (I was in my mid-30s and certainly no anal virgin, just hadn’t taken anything over size back there before). Once he was through, he was able to sink full length into me without butting up against any obstruction, and it was a relief that I could fully accommodate him. Before long our sex life was just oral and anal. We were having deep and energetic anal sex and I was glad I could offer him that. In time it became really pleasurable for me too – not just something I suffered through to make him happy.
The relationship lasted a year and my fondest memories are of the sex we had – his weight on my back flattening me into the mattress, his cock so deep in my arse it took my breath away, his fucking so hard it felt like it was churning up all my organs, my stretched anus sensitive to the pulsing in his shaft when he came...
So, for me, penis size was the thing that really got me into anal sex.