Showing posts with label arsehole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label arsehole. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Enema Virgin No More

Well I guess the title gives away the plot for this update now doesn't it? lol. As the title implies, I have now had an enema. You may remember a previous post where I was talking about how frightening I found the whole idea of an enema..well that hadn't changed a helluva lot, just kinda shifted a little.

I decided that I wanted to try giving myself an enema first, before Master and I did it together. Why? To be completely honest, I was curious and I wanted to have some idea of what to expect when we did it together (He gave me one). And by god am I glad I did!

Now I did all the reading on the box, and quite a fair bit of reading online before I did it, so I was well prepared. I was in the bathroom, lying on a towel on the floor with my pillow beneath my head. I didn't use a bag, instead I used the tube kind and placed one end in me and the other end in a clean ice-cream container of water. I knew that I had to measure the temperature, which I did with an electronic thermometer and was quite impressed with myself when I got the right temp first go.

So I was all set up. I lay face-up on the towel, positioned myself right, inserted the one end into my arse and the other in the ice-cream container. Now I should add in here that I didn't actually do it properly. I should have had the water in the tube ready to go before inserting it in to my arse, I did not. Which meant that for awhile there I was simply pushing air in. But eventually I got it right and it was all working fine.

One thing that struck me was that I thought I would be able to feel the water as it was going in, but I couldn't. The only way that I knew that I was doing it properly was that the ball pump thing in the middle of the tube was getting heavy (filling with water) and I started to feel 'full'. I stopped when I felt like I'd had enough (and in hindsight I could have taken more had I not been inserting air when it was supposed to be water). But anyway, as I lay there I felt that cramping feeling which I knew would come. It wasn't painful, it was just uncomfortable. It was just like when you need to go to the toilet to use your bowels and sometimes you get that cramping feeling. Well an enema is like that, except a bit more forceful I guess you could say. It's a more intense type of cramping. As I said, it was uncomfortable, but not painful.

Okay, so I'll skip over the specifics. It's not exactly 'nice' the whole expelling business, but that's what happens. And ultimately that's the whole point of having an enema. All in all, after setting up, administering the enema and finishing it..it was over within an hour. It was certainly a different experience, and one that I'm glad I did on my own for the first time. Now I know what to expect.

Master and I discussed it all yesterday afternoon when He got home. He wasn't upset that I didn't wait to do it with Him, He understood where I was coming from. Prior to yesterday I was concerned about what the whole expelling process would be like...and now that I know...it's certainly not something that I want to have to share with anyone. I might be a slut, but I still have dignity, am still a lady and do not want someone hearing or listening to my bodily functions.
It all worked out very well. Would I go back for another? Yes. Will I do it soon? Maybe, that depends on whether He wants to use my arse or not. Will I continue to do it on a regular basis if it was my choice? Probably not. Every now and again is fine, but I'm pretty sure it won't become a ritual of mine.

Now sorry to disappoint, but there was no anal fun after He got home. Although I did direct Him to His computer to where a folder was opened which contained a helluva lot of girly pictures that I downloaded for Him yesterday. He masturbated to these. And as He did, I was His good little girl, sitting on the floor, my eyes fixated on His hand pumping His hard cock, with my legs spread diddling clitty until He came. I didn't continue playing then but left it for later after dinner.

Maybe next time I have an enema He'll want to try out His little slut's arsehole? Mmm..I can only hope ;-)

Monday, February 04, 2008

Anal

I miss anal sex. I can’t help it. I love having something up my arse. But nothing feels as good as when He’s fucking my arse, pounding into me, and I’m breathless, because I am, and always will be, an anal slut.

I don’t normally ask for it when I want it. I don’t ask for it at all. Why? Because I don’t like the ‘mess’ associated with anal play. I feel dirty (not in a good way) about my messiness when it comes to anal fun. And I know this can be helped by an enema, but that’s something that really scares the shit out of me (no pun intended!).

He has bought a home enema kit, but we’ve never used it. It’s always been something that will happen sometime, but at this stage hasn’t as yet. I know the basic idea of how it’s done etc, but it still scares me. This will probably sound stupid…but isn’t that something that is just a little too personal for me to do with Him? And this thought is stupid, I feel silly even saying it. But, on the same token, it is really personal. Yeah okay, we’ve been together over 5 years now, but still.

I want to just say to Him “Alright, let’s try that enema”, but I just can’t bring myself to say it. It has nothing to do with me being afraid that He’s going to know I’m an anal slut – He knows that already. It’s the messiness and the embarrassment. That’s what it’s really about for me – how embarrassed I’m going to be. 1) Asking Him to try it, and then 2) actually doing it. I’m sure the results would be great, but how do I push myself to get to stage 1 of asking Him? I don’t want to be embarrassed about it, but I am. Although I’m a slut, sluts get embarrassed about some things too.

I want to have enough courage to just tell Him that although it scares me, and that I am terribly embarrassed about the whole thing, it’s something I want to do. I know He’s okay with it; after all He’s the one who bought the kit. He hasn’t pushed the topic, to which I’m grateful. However, I’m really starting to feel that this is something I want to experience, and soon.

I don’t get turned on by the embarrassment of this situation; I get turned on by how satisfying I’m sure the end result will be. And I’m sure that once I’ve done it one time, it will be a whole lot easier to do it again and again.

I want to experience nice and clean (hygiene), but dirty and nasty, full of passion and needy anal sex. I want to moan louder and louder as He pushes His cock further up my arse. I want to push back against Him, trying to force His cock further into me. I want Him to sweat. I want to hear Him grunt as He cums in my arse, and I want to moan as loud as I can when He lets me orgasm with His cock buried deep in my arse.

Lucy

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Only a quick one

Well, what a surprise I got Thursday night when I was talking to Him. He said that He was going to surprise me by coming to visit me on the weekend, but couldn't as He had commitments on Monday. Bugger! Then He asked about visiting this weekend that's coming up. I was all for it, until I realised that it would still be 'that' time of the month. Bugger again! So we chatted for a bit and I said that this weekend would be better for me. He then decided that He would come up Saturday morning and leave Sunday afternoon. Yahoo!

Although it was only a fleeting visit, it was wonderful to see Him again. And it was even better when He left...not because I wanted Him to go (I really didn't!), but because I knew I would be seeing him again in less than 3 weeks, there were no tears and I didn't plead with Him to stay longer (which is a big step for me, although not something I have to worry about once we move in together).

Oh how I've missed Him. And to be honest, it really is the little things that I miss the most. Like the daily kisses, waking up beside one another, having a meal together, getting cuddles and snuggling at night etc. Although in saying that, I did also really miss our masturbation sessions together. That's something that I was thinking about most of yesterday, in the lead up to last night. Mmm, my cunt's getting wet just thinking about it.

Last night was different. It was needy, and yet loving at the same time. I needed for Him to watch me play again, and I needed to watch Him jerk. However, we were also very loving with kisses and caresses. Although, it was more needy than loving (I think).

I was rewarded by being allowed to help Him as he jerked. I absolutely LOVE licking and sucking His balls as He jerks! There's something so animalistic about it for me. I enjoy it that much that He's told me previously that sometimes I get too eager and carried away. It's been a long time since He has let me help, and being able to do that again last night was just heaven. But it was different. He encouraged me to venture down further. He verbally coaxed me to lick His arsehole (something I've never done to anyone before).

I was a little apprehensive, and had many thoughts running through my head.
What would it taste like?
What would it feel like?
Would I be any good?
Could I do it right, or would I have to be taught?

I didn't have to worry about my ability...I was informed that I am a natural. (insert self proud smile here). As for the others, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I imagined it would be. I liked it; it was different. And He obviously enjoyed it. After all, I was told that I would be doing it more often from now on.

After I got over my initial apprehensions, I relaxed more. And He held my ponytail, and me in place, ensuring I continued what I was doing. I alternated between licking and sucking His balls, and licking His arsehole.

One thing I really love about licking and sucking His balls while He jerks is the fact that I'm constantly hit in the face with His fist as He pumps away. I've never been bruised from this, although the thought does turn me. It's strange but good. When I'm doing it, I'm face-to-face (or face-to-fist) with the fact that He would rather jerk off than have sex with me in the 'normal' way. I love seeing it so close. It shouldn't turn me on, the fact that He would rather jerk, but it really does. I love that He prefers His hand to using my cunt.

He asked me last night if I was still happy that this was how our sex life was. In between short breaths from fucking myself with my big dildo, I managed to smile and look Him directly in the eye and state that I wouldn't have it any other way. I quizzed Him if He was still happy with it, and the reply I got? "I never want to fuck you again". *sigh* Heaven really is a place on earth. I love hearing Him tell me this, it gets me more wet than I already am, without fail.

I watched Him jerk, as He alternated between playing with His balls and having my hairy leg rubbing against them. I watched as He enjoyed himself immensely, and came all over my leg. He showered me with His love. This followed with Him encouraging me to fuck myself harder, faster and deeper with my dildo. I'm His good little girl and did as I was told. He licked and sucked on my nipples, edging me closer and closer. He counted down from 20 for me. God how I LOVE hearing Him say "Zero. Cum for me slut!" And I did as I was told, and as I did, He pulled on my nipples harder (just as I like it), and I kept on cumming.

I fell asleep as peacefully as I could, knowing I had just been His good little girl again. A smile came across my face just before I fell asleep..knowing He would be there in the morning as I woke up. And wouldn't you know...that smile was back on my face as soon as my eyes opened this morning. Heaven really is a place on earth.