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October 7, 2018

A dildo will never let you down. It’ll never leave you on the edge of that great precipice of pleasure, then roll over and go to sleep. It won’t snore. It’ll never tell you lies about who it was with last night. It’ll always be hard, just for you – a dedicated lover. And it’ll do its duty when required, for as long as required. Most importantly, it’ll never break your heart.

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Now that I have your attention, what I really want to talk about is…sex. I’ve discovered that, contrary to popular opinion, the carnal urge does not decrease with age. Even after a quad bypass, raging emphysema, sags and wrinkles where once there were lithe curves, I’m as lustful now as I was forty years ago.

Back then, men were as numerous as New York taxis and as easy to catch. As soon as one ride was over, there was always another waiting to pick me up, flag up and engine revving. It never occurred to me that they would one day stop running and slow down to a tottering walk.

Not that I couldn’t still nail some old geezer with the aid of a Viagra cocktail or two, but the very thought of touching one of those saggy bags of bones makes me gag. The fact is, no matter how old I get, prime man is still prime man (35-45) and he is the one who still catches my eye and jolts my libido. In other words, despite the depredations time has inflicted upon my corporeal body, the hot twenty-something girl who resides between my ears still rules my loins.

Unfortunately, the men who attract my attention don’t see her. What they see is just another anonymous old lady among the thousands of others who reside in America’s penis. If they do happen to glance my way, they either ignore me completely or ask if they can help me across the street, neither of which option is very satisfying. Evidently, drooling with desire is easily mistaken for drooling with senility.

I keep musing about “Harold and Maude”, deeply envious of the Ruth Gordon character, fully grasping the not-so-subtle subtext of the film. Unfortunately, the chances of finding my Harold are severely limited. I can’t exactly drive my scooter backwards down the street, trolling for boys, or even play grab-ass with the bag boy at Publix without fear of arrest. And even if I were lucky enough to find some hot kid with an unlimited sense of adventure, how could I expect him to undergo the trauma of finding himself on top of a dead lady, regardless of the smile on her face?

I used to think I wanted to die by being shot by a jealous wife, but now I think I just want to be screwed to death. Imagine the wonder of coming and going simultaneously! Sadly, I’m afraid I’ll never know. I’ve finally come to accept the fact that of all the aches, pains, losses and disappointments that accompany the aging process, knowing that I’ll never again feel a hard young body grinding against mine is the most difficult to accept.

So I gave myself a birthday present. I went to the dildo store, bought a lovely little device called a rabbit and named it “Harold”.

Wish me luck.

Ruth Dickson
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He looked at the old wooden table leg she was holding.

‘Anything can be a dildo, if you’re brave enough.’ She’d somehow managed to stretch a condom over one end of the leg. ‘Bend over for me,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘This is going where there ain’t no sunshine, mister – ’

‘That’s too big,’ he said. ‘It’ll split me.’

‘Shut up!’ She spat in his face then hit him on the side of the head with the table leg. ‘You’re a perverted little wimp and you’ll do exactly as I say – or I’ll make sure everyone knows all about you and your dirty little secrets. Now BEND.’

He complied without further complaint. What else could he do? He bent over and spread his cheeks with both hands. She came in closer.

‘This is going all the way up,’ she said.

On the third grunting try he felt the leg enter him. ‘Push,’ she ordered, and he did, slowly sliding on this huge wooden pole. ‘Look at that,’ she said. ‘I’ll be able to park my car up there by the time I’ve finished.’

He felt himself impossibly stretched around the solid wood. She began to move it in, and, not quite, out. She laughed as she worked.

‘I think you’re enjoying this,’ she said. ‘Look how stiff your cock’s become…’

Nigel North
House of Shame

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My first Lesbian Anal – another true confession!

My first anal experience was with a woman who was also my first “lesbian lover”.

We ended up living together because after my divorce I couldn’t afford my house any longer. She was a wonderful lover, too, so much better than my ex. She was very experienced with anal sex both with guys and girls. We had used toys with each other frequently, but only vaginally. One night she told me she wanted me to fuck her ass with a dildo. It surprised me, but I was willing to do whatever she wanted me to do. I ended up doing a double penetration on her with 2 dildos. She had an outrageous orgasm from that.

Afterward as we laid together, she asked me about anal. I told her I never had, and had not even had any anal stimulation before. She asked if I was interested, and I said that if I could have orgasms like she had earlier, I would try it.

The next morning as we lay in bed, she asked if I was ready to try. I said sure, and she promised to be slow and gentle. She went down on me and with her talented tongue brought me to an climax. While she was doing that, she had begun rubbing some of my juices on my rosebud, pressing inward. When I came, she was able to easily push a finger into my ass. I was astounded by the sensation. It hurt a tiny bit, but it also felt so bizarre I wasn’t sure what to think. She was tongue fucking me and as her saliva and my cum ran downward toward my ass, she began slowly thrusting her finger into me.

By now the feeling was wonderful. It allowed me to cum again really quickly. She then suggested we try something more since I was good with her finger. She got a slim dildo from our drawer of toys, as well as a bottle of lube. She told me to roll over and get on my knees to make it easier. She squirted some lube on my ass, and began pushing the head of the dildo into my asshole. It didn’t take much for my hole to open and let the dildo slide in. I couldn’t believe the feeling! It was such an unusual fullness. She began slowly sliding it in and out, and she suggested I play with my cunt. As I became more aroused, she began thrusting more quickly and deeper into my ass. It was incredible, and in only a few minutes I came again, with such force my entire body shook. I fell forward on the bed, and she crawled up beside me and we kissed. Once I was a bit calmed down and had caught my breath, she then slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass.

I have to say I loved the experience. We continue to have anal with each other pretty regularly, and I really enjoy it…

Anita

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While cleanliness is not the most glamorous of topics, it’s an important one that all pegging princesses and their partners will do well to understand ahead of time. No one wants an embarrassing situation, and, as I’ve said before, pegging is not for the faint of heart…but there are obvious advantages to cleaning up before you begin.

Preparing in Advance

Let’s face it men…if you’re asking me to fuck you in the ass, you should be willing to clean it first. Fair’s fair. These tips also apply to solo anal play if you want to keep things tidy.

Some good news! A full enema is not necessary before anal play or pegging, in fact, a full enema in which water is injected into the lower bowel by way of your rectum can unnecessarily irritate your system and cause prolonged discomfort.

So no full enema, what then?

In my experience, the best and fastest way to cleanup ahead of time is by using an anal bulb syringe, which you can find at any drugstore or chemist and several online retailers including Amazon. The bulb syringe serves to clean the rectum but skips the lower bowel. In most common pegging or anal experiences the rectum is the only part of your system your pegging princess’ girl cock will reach, and therefore, cleaning the chute alone will suffice. From my experience, you can clean yourself in minutes ahead of your experience with little effort, fanfare, or trouble.

Basic hygiene.

Don’t forget to wash your hands before and after and to take care – your bum is sensitive! Feel free to wear gloves if you feel uncertain about the “situation” with your ass. Washing your ass in a nice hot shower is appreciated, however, some of you might be sensitive to harsher soaps, so try to keep it mild and free of scents. Please do not spray Axe body spray on your ass before your pegging experience, some of us like to eat ass and don’t want a mouth full of harsh chemicals.

A word about manscaping.

I can only speak for myself but I don’t care if your asshole is shaved or not. I will lick, fuck, and love your asshole as long as it’s clean. Some pegging princesses feel differently, so be kind and enquire ahead of time for optimum pegging pleasure. I will say that shaving your nether regions, in general, has been discouraged by some medical and sex professionals as shaving can cause cuts and irritation or infection can occur. Use your discretion.

Fantasy versus reality.

Pegging fantasy and reality are different, so don’t take things so seriously. Also, what we talk about in fantasy is not always safe or a good idea. When I write erotica I rarely talk about proper lubrication, but it’s necessary. Ass to mouth sounds amazing, but is it really safe? Probably not. Rimming…safe? Again, probably not. Doesn’t mean I don’t do it and love it, but just understand the risks and precautions to take.

Cleanliness During the Pegging Experience.

Everyone has to be comfortable with the possibility of a little mess at times. It doesn’t bother me in the least, and as I’ve said in previous posts, I keep a wet cloth with me at all times during the pegging experience to keep things tidy.

General rules.

1) Always use safe, non-toxic toys, of those available my favourite is 100% silicone because it can be boiled for sanitation.
2) Always use condoms on the dildo.
3) I do not share toys from one partner to another…every partner has their own.
4) I prefer to always have toy cleaner with me in my pegging bag of holding, which I use along with soap and water immediately after pegging. I like Swiss Navy® Toy and Body Cleaner. I also use the spray cleaner to do a quick spray wash down of my harness, which I clean thoroughly later.
5) Depending on your experience and your body, it’s never a bad idea to lay a towel or extra sheet down if you are in doubt of a potential mess. This provides easier bed to clothes washer clean up.

A special word to pegging princesses.

I take great care and pride in providing the best pegging experience to my partner. For me, part of that responsibility is staying clean, safe, and minimizing any potential embarrassment for my partner. This routine is simple but meaningful to me, you will no doubt find your own:
1) as a general rule I strip the dildo of its condom and dispose of it before he ever sees it because if there is to be a small mess, it would be on the tip of the condom;
2) I wipe the dildo off with the wet rag; and
3) I hit the bathroom with my pegging bag of holding ASAP and make my personal cleanup quick so he, in turn, can cleanup.

My orgasm comes after we’ve both cleaned up in most cases. As I’ve said before, I have no problem delaying my own orgasm for my partner’s when I’m pegging. Every woman is different and will want different things, but I personally like to orgasm after my partner has finished and is reduced to puddles. My favourite way to orgasm after pegging is to pull out, clean up a bit, give him a minute to compose himself, and then lay next to him and masturbate while he sucks my nipples or just plays with them softly with his hands. Usually he is so exhausted he can’t really do much, and that’s okay with me. For whatever reason, I find it a huge turn on to make him cum hard and then take my pleasure and orgasm into my own hands right next to him.

Milking and gloves.

As for me, I wash my hands before, after, and as frequently as I deem necessary. I also sometimes use a glove when fingering an ass, but some men consider that sort of clinical and feel it ruins the mood. I have no preference or care, though when milking, I do like to use a glove, but that’s maybe the kink in me that finds milking a turn on when it actually feels a little “clinical.”

Well, that’s all the time and space we have for today. It’s been fun sharing with you! As always, stay safe kinksters and have fun out there!

xoxo Kate

Disclaimer: I am neither a licensed physician nor counsellor and the following is a discussion solely based on my personal observations and experiences as a pegging princess (not to be misconstrued as authoritative advice). Everyone’s bodies, circumstances, experiences, and relationships are different. Further, prostate care is serious business. Ladies, treat with care and men, find a medical professional you trust and be honest when necessary about what you stick in your ass.

Kate the pegging princess.

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What happened to Saturday…?

November 29, 2015

Loversembrace

Friday night was party night. Christmas celebrations for the non-celibate. The venue: a country house, labyrinthine in its complexity, once home to the Little Sisters of Mercy. This convent house took in fallen women back in the day, girls aged between twelve and forty years old, placed in the care of the nuns by local magistrates. Here they served two years in the convent’s steamy laundry. And learnt the benefits of hard toil in the formation of character. And gave their lady-parts a well deserved rest. In the early nineteen thirties the order, greatly diminished in size by then, finally abandoned the convent and the house became the property of the affluent Tee family.

The great hall, all vaulted ceilings, clerestory windows, with this single rose window at one end, had more than its fair share of pillars, pilasters and arched doorways – medieval in appearance: mock gothic. Long tables set for the many diners, draped in white lace clothes. Eight courses of food, commencing with canapés: pear, camembert and prosciutto wraps, king prawns with sweet chilli sauce…I had the beetroot and goat’s cheese cups, and a wonderful mushroom vol-au-vent.

Strong drink flowed. Wine by the goblet, white, red and rosé. Raucous conversation, flushed faces. Like Lordes and Ladyes of some bygone era. Caroline Tee explained in her plumy voice how she once enacted her favorite fantasy in this hall – she took the part of a nun in training, a novice in pure white habit, tied down across a make-shift alter and then systematically fucked in every orifice by five young men who “slaved” away at their task for most of the day.

‘Paid them an ABSOLUTE fortune.’

‘You are soooo shocking Caro, so dissolute…’ Regina declared. She looked twenty-one-or-two years old, but was mother to five children. It was only on closer inspection you noticed the faint lines around eyes and mouth and realised she must be mid-to-late thirties. ‘It’s hard to know if we should take you seriously or not.’

Donald Tee, Caroline’s husband, is a plump homosexual. It’s possible he fathered one of Caro’s three children…the others, necessary heirs to the Tee estate one and all, were the result of Caro’s love trysts, simple and complex. Don sat beside a pretty young man who had long flowing golden locks, his latest love interest. The boy wore a snug-fitting Dolce & Gabbana shirt and tight black slacks. Full of the Christmas spirit, the pair of them. Smiles and toasting each other in prosecco.

After the food, music. Swaying bodies. Semi-transparent blouses, clinging lycra. Laughter and kisses. More and more intoxicated. A tongue in my mouth, a fall of blonde hair. A plump woman, forty-something, wearing a long black evening dress. Her lips were dry.

Another woman in a lace and mesh teddy, her dress thrown off, abandoned, waving this massive dildo as thick as a man’s arm in the air.

My fleshy Amazonian cheered her on. Up close her huge cleavage smelled of mandarin body butter. ‘Remember the promise you made me,’ she said.

Other women shed their dresses along with their inhibitions. Corsets, lacy basques. Silk stockings. Laser lights and disco music. A nubile young thing in floral lace body stocking, her boyfriend nude, erect. Both laughing.

I’m being guided away from the hall. Up two flights of stairs. A large bedroom. Night pressing on the lattice windows. She strips off the evening dress, exposes a black lace body- shaper and matching bra.

‘Your promise,’ she repeated, pushing me back on the bed. For a minute she was all hands. My trousers were unfastened, tugged down to my knees, my shirt unbuttoned. Throwing back her head, she kneeled either side of my face. Monumental white thighs. Broad backside encased in black lace.

Her fingers conjured magic between her legs: opened the gusset of her body-shaper. Thick curling hair, fleshy lips. My Amazon dreamed of being trapped by cannibals. She began a new dance, and I was smothered in musky damp flesh.

My head started to swim. My tongue was sandstone thick, lapping deeply. We had arrived at bare essentials. Drowning in pussy juice. So much ferocity in her, this big beautiful woman. This earth mother. Who ripped at my cock each time she came so profusely in my mouth.

Later, outside, I inhaled deeply cold fresh air. It had stopped raining but was very windy. Scudding cloud backlit by the moon. I’d washed my face and mouth, and brushed my teeth back in my own room. But I could still “taste” my curvy facesitter. My cannibal loving nemeses.

Another dumpy woman pulled me to her. She tossed aside her cigarette. Kissed my mouth and neck. One large tit pushed up from of the cup of her bra, hung pendulously out of her red dress. Big dark nipple fed to me roughly. In the corridor upstairs, half-undressed, I kissed breasts, belly and buttocks. She had crushed glass eyes. Big and white and lascivious. Somewhere in her centre she spontaneously combusted.

In the hall, more wine. Bodies together in spotless geometries of passion. Caroline Tee smiling in my face. Broad front teeth made her look a little horsey. ‘I’ve had nine cocks up me so far,’ she said. Dishes on the tables overflowing with condoms. The dance floor was sticky underfoot – spilled drink and spunk puddled on the boards. White hands unzipping my fly. A woman old enough to be my granny, but attractive nevertheless, led me by the cock back to her lair. I glanced over my shoulder at Caro, nude and naughty.

Kissing ribs, a nipple. A depilated cunt. When she came I thought she was having somekind of fit. I told myself repeatedly the dizziness would fade. In the hall Caro called me to her. I had no clothes, they were strewn around the house. Caro was astride a male (who?) riding his cock. ‘Put yours up my bum,’ she hissed. ‘I can’t,’ I said. ‘Not ready yet.’ I had just emptied myself in dear granny Weatherall’s greedy cunt.

She scowled at me. ‘Lick it out then. Do something. I’m almost there.’

Lowering my face, I watched her skinny arse chasing his balls. I pushed forward, breaking off to ask, ‘Okay?’

‘For Godsake, LICK it!’

Night inevitably became day. Sleepless, I found myself surrounded by cardboard ghosts. Ghost hands touching my cock, my balls. Lips brushed mine. A slender finger went into me, lubricating.

Fragmented memories survive: The terrifying softness of curvy bodies. Imprint of too tight underwear on pale naked flesh. Huge eyes. A tongue in my ear. A woman squatting above my face in the shower. The smell of her hair as I came up her.

‘Lay back,’ she said. ‘I need to pee again – ’

And then her quick shallow breathing as I licked her out afterwards…

Late Saturday afternoon my cab arrived. Clothing earlier recovered, I made my fond farewells to our hosts. My body felt bruised and battered. My shrunken cock was burning like a piece of raw fish that had been liberally dipped in thick piri-piri. I had slept not one wink.

Caro kissed me gently on the lips. I gazed from her thin neck to her warm blue eyes. ‘We’re thinking of doing it again for New Year’s Eve,’ she said.

‘Really?’

‘You up for it?’

‘I s’pose,’ I said. ‘I should have recovered by then…’