I've been using a butt plug for a few years now, but I don't mind saying how weary I was the first time I tried one. It wasn't just because I was afraid of how it would feel when inserted, but more because I was broadening my sexual repertoire and that can always be a little scary as well as exciting.
Because it was a few years ago, and because the butt plug was bought for me as a present, I can't actually remember the name of the first ever plug I used. But since then, I have finally settled on my absolute favourite plug, which is the one I want to tell you about.
Using a butt plug as part of your sexual repertoire will lead to intense anal fulfilment and amazing orgasms. They're a fabulous way to initially explore the boundaries of anal sex, either through solo masturbation or for anal stimulation during vaginal sex with your lover. But if you have never used a butt plug before, I'd recommend you start off with some anal beads before graduating to a butt plug (check out the Small Beginners Anal Beads or Latex Power Balls).
Day: Tuesday 10/10/06
Location: In bed
Circumstances: One to check the taste, last thing at night
How did he taste? Neutral, hint of sweetness
Sperm Test Rating: 7 (1=normal, 100=Golden Delicious Apple)
Jason got home about 8pm. I decided to have an early night and Jason followed not long after me. We had to have a tasting as we've only got a couple of days left of our experiment. Well, some women have bad hair days, but I think I was having a bad blow-job day. Some days I feel like an Olympic standard fellatrix, but tonight I was just rubbish at it. No teasing, no co-ordination, no saliva. But we managed a successful result anyway. Apart from the couple of spurts I got in the eye…..
OK, how many of you watched Channel 4's cock-umentary on the world's biggest penis last week? I did, and it reminded me of an experience I had when I was a teenager. It wasn't anything to do with the world's biggest penis, but more like the world's smallest.
My friend Jennie was dating this guy called Andrew, who was studying at Bournemouth University, and she nagged me to go with her to visit him for the weekend. The prospect of playing gooseberry just so Jennie could get her rocks off wasn't appealing in the slightest, especially seeing how most of Andrew's mate's comprised the biggest sector of geeks I'd ever laid eyes on.
Still, the price of being a good friend is to sometimes waste a weekend talking to guys you'd never look at on a night out, just because you don't want to offend your mate's new beau.
So we arrived at Bournemouth station, Andrew was late and we had to wait an age for him to turn up. He eventually strolled over to us, reeking of booze and declaring that he and his mates – who were huddled just a few meters down the platform giggling and pointing at Jen and I – were in the middle of an all-day drinking competition. They had decided that we had to join in immediately, even though we were laden with baggage.
I had to be in work early, so I was up with the lark (but not with thrush thankfully). Anyway, ornithology aside…
Finished work and then rushed off to my voluntary work, chaired a meeting and finally got home about 8pm. I had a vodka or two to wind down after all that and by the time I caught up with my emails, it was way past our bed-time. No sex, no blow-jobs and no tastings.
Well, I couldn't sleep this morning and so I decided to wake Shane up by burrowing down under the sheets and taking his limp cock in my mouth. It didn't stay its tender state for long. It neverd does, which is something that always turns me on even more. We ended up having sex in the shower as we decided that we did have to start getting ready for work afterall but that maybe we could compromise by combining two activities: making love and showering. Oh and of course it is much more eco-friendly to share a shower with a friend… ;-)
Shane came in my mouth as I knelt in front of him to finish him off and I'm sorry to say that there was absolutely no hint of the taste of apple. :-(
Despite the wonderful start to the day, the rest of it was pretty normal. Nice. But normal. :-)
Jason had a severe case of morning glory that looked like it needed attending to, so I woke him up with a blow-job. A slightly more leisurely affair than the previous one. If it was an ice-cream cone, I would have been nibbling the chopped nuts, licking the drips and rubbing my tongue over the frozen strawberry sauce, rather than shoving it all in my mouth at once. It didn't seem very appley - I hope we're not diluting it by making Jason come too often.
We got up, had a lazy day and then went to bed, where Jason sent the Salty Sailor in to explore my mirky depths….
On Sunday we went to a really GREAT restaurant in West Ealing with my mum. It's called the Kiwi Kitchen and serves awesome food! I'm really sorry to do this bit of advertising for them but, honest to God, I don't know the people that run the place and I won't get anything out of doing this but for their wonderful food and excellent service (and not to mention a yummy merlot) - and all at a decent price - they really deserve it! I am quite fussy when I go out to eat but this was all scrumptious home cooked food. And the lamb was to die for!
That aside…. Well, for the person who has complained that I'm boring… Sod ya. If there's one thing I'm not, it's that. Maybe you need to get a life if you can't find anything better to do with your life than attempting to insult strangers on line. Mind you, I suppose it takes all sorts…. *sigh*
I couldn't sleep last night. So when Shane and I started kissing at bedtime, and when I felt his cock getting hard (something which I find hard to ignore) I found that even though my body was tired, it responded (as it always does) to Shane prodding his way into me. It was so nice to be close to one another, to feel skin upon skin whilst our hot mouths searched out deeper kisses… at the same time as other things were getting deeper. Well, although we had great fun, Shane's spunk (I tasted some afterspill) didn't taste of anything more than his lovely normal self….