I was over at my friend Liz’s house last night and we got into a rather interesting conversation about pegging.

Liz is a frequent, casual dater and it’s not unlike her to go through two or three guys in a month and this month has been no exception.

One of the guys was Eric. He and Liz went on a hike, didn’t talk much, didn’t feel like they had much chemistry, and decided that even though they were attracted to each other there just wasn’t much of a spark, so she decided not to see him again.

But then, out of the blue, Eric texted her with a not so innocent question:

“Would you happen to want to try pegging me?”

And Liz’s gut reaction was:

“Oh, hell yes.”

Thus the conversation began and turned my way… do I want to try pegging someone?

Well…

“Oh, hell yes.”

Pegging a guy is a little fantasy that’s been floating around the back of my mind for some time now.

It may very well be due to my own butt trauma that happened in my twenties when a little devil named Ricky slipped out of my vagina and then rammed his cock balls deep into my ass with no lube or warning.

Maybe a little part of me wants to get back at him for it, but he’s dead now so I never will get the chance with him.

But Liz and I both agreed in our talk that we thought it would help work out some past traumas and feel really fucking empowering, and therein where my drive to do it lies, I think.

I want to dominate a man in the most serious way possible.

Really, I’d like to stick a vibrator deep inside my cunt, strap on the biggest dildo allowed, make my partner bend over and grab him by the hips so I can pound into him and slap his ass over and and over until we both cum or he begs me to stop.

There may be some hair pulling involved, and a lot of dirty talk.

There will certainly be some pleasure, and probably some pain.

But it would be fun for me — and a willing partner — if I were to be able to give back a little bit of what I’ve been getting my whole life.

It would be fun and cathartic to see a man assume a doggy style position (a position I really don’t like because it makes me feel so vulnerable) and for him to take that vulnerability and let me shove something up his ass with it.

Plus, I’m obsessed with dicks.

Always have been, always will be.

It’s one of my greatest sadnesses in life that I don’t get my own penis to play with for like, a month or so.

To feel the freedom of peeing standing outdoors, to feel the sensations of jerking off and having cum fly out of me at 30 something miles per hour, to feel what it’s like to bury a part of myself into a part of someone else and be totally enveloped by them…

Sighs…

So yeah, it would be nice to strap one on and pretend for a while that it’s mine to do with as I please.

To feel the motions of thrusting and fucking in a way I never have before.

To feel, in a sense, totally in control.

Alas, my current partner doesn’t like butt stuff either, so the fantasy will remain a fantasy for me…

Unless, perhaps, I fuck a woman with a strap on, which would be less satisfying but still fun.

I don’t think it would get out all of the cathartic ‘I want to pound the shit literally out of you’ feeling, but it might satisfy my desire to know, just the littlest bit, what it feels like to fuck someone with a penis.

To learn which ways to move my hips to hit all the right spots, to know how hard and fast to thrust, to know, maybe, finally, how the hell men keep themselves propped up so long in missionary.

There are mysteries of the penis that I will unfortunately never know, but knowing what it feels like to thrust something into someone else?

That’s something I really want to know.

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I am so happy to be writing my first post for this blog and for the Kink of the Week linkup!

I can’t wait to get to know more of you in the sex writing community – thank you for reading!