Honestly, I’ve never been the type of person who was comfortable with my sexuality. I always felt like there was a book or some sort of creative writing process that is supposed to teach you what to do, how to do it and if you were doing it right. Honestly, growing up sex has always been something that was very painful to me. blame it on the fact that I was molested, raped and even sexually violated but that’s a story for a different day. In this blog, I tell you guys all about the first time I ever pegged a guy. I know it sounds a bit crazy, and maybe a few years ago, it would have been a foreign topic of conversation to me. I can’t even imagine that I would write about this but honestly, I think people need to know that this sort of thing happens, freely in this day and age. These times are like the 90s, maybe the 80s or 60s, everybody’s doing it to everybody and nobody is feeling pressured about it. I remember this time because I was very young and I remember feeling hopeless, lost and not beautiful and I know what you’re gonna say. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and beauty is not something someone else can make you feel. Beauty is something that you have to feel yourself, experience it yourself, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. all that self-love crap that they feed you on the Internet and maybe some of it is true, but most of it is simply fillers to make 70+ old heads feel like they did the right thing in their life. At this time of my life, I think I felt really low and I was looking for some excitement. I was looking for something to belong to, something to make me feel important. there was this guy that I kinda knew, I say, I kinda knew him because I didn’t actually know him personally at all. I knew his family and they were amazing people but no, I never knew him personally. I remember logging into this dating site called meet me, at the time. I saw his picture popped up and I recognized it and Lord Jesus, was he beautiful. I decided to send him a message. This amazing man and I spent about three hours just texting back-and-forth. The most freakiest, nastiest inappropriate text messages we have ever sent to each other. I’m talking about screaming at the phone because of how vulgar and over-the-top inappropriate I was being. My words had me, all riled up and I was ready to pay him a visit. I remember wearing this black silk one piece lingerie, with an orange trench coat on top, something like you would see Beyoncé wear on TV.
I definitely felt sexy. driving in my Honda Accord Gray, 2007. I was ready to pull up on him. I got in my car and drove for what seemed like forever. I was a little afraid that this incident could have ended in death because randomly the trees disappeared while driving on Highway 94. I stopped seeing the city, and it felt like this guy had taken me in the boondocks area. Yes, I was afraid but a part of me was excited. all this sexual stuff he was texting me all on the phone had me hot and ready my heart was throbbing and my whole body was shaking. I remember when I finally pulled up to his house. It was this huge mansion-like house. When I think about home, home alone comes to mind. The house in the movie was about the same size of his home, about that big. This guy had biracial curly hair and was beautiful. I remember he had dreads, but they were red. His mustache and beard were red as well, however, he was mixed. When I entered the home, I remember seeing his dorky friend in the corner, less attractive, and frankly, he was the one that scared me. I remember thinking if I was going to die, he would have been the one to kill me. When this guy first saw me, I remember his mouth dropping because he said that I was so gorgeous and beautiful and he just couldn’t stop looking at me. I remember his friend and him putting me in the living room to wait and then going downstairs for what seems to be hours. I remember I got sick of waiting, so I invited myself downstairs. When I came downstairs, they were huddled up together smoking pot and he offered me to smoke with them, to which I declined and told him to send his friend on his way, or I was gonna leave. When his friend finally left, I remember him, and I kissing passionately. I remember him rubbing on my titties, my legs and my thighs, putting his tongue in my ear, telling me how much he wanted to fuck me. Can only imagine. Imagine how excited I got, however, I was scared. I remember not knowing how this was gonna end. I remember feeling so good by his words and his hands that I was just destined to go with the flow. After about an hour and 30 minutes of kissing and touching and finger popping. I noticed he had toys on the side of his bed. One toy specifically stuck out to me. It was a strap, I remember thinking what is he going to do with this strap? Was it for me? did he not have a penis?, All of these things ran through my mind. however when it was time to get to business instead of unzipping his pants, he started picking out a strap. I remember thinking in my mind, does this guy want me to put this strap on? And yes, definitely he did. I remember him adjusting the strap on for me and putting Vaseline on his rectum. he put Vaseline inside his buttocks and on the outside level all over it. I remember him laying down, breathing in and out in and out. early on, I remember him putting Vaseline on the dildo that was attached to the strap. he laid down on his stomach and asked for me to fuck him. instantly I got afraid because I didn’t know what to do, remember I have never done anything like this before and I didn’t know what to do. I instantly got scared and worried. I going to fuck this up? I remember thinking should I do this is the right thing to do?, ignoring all of the fears and questions in my mind. I slowly worked my way inside his bottom. I remember him moaning softly. It started slowly, but then I increased the speed as he requested. I remember how happy he was, and excited that I could do this for him. I remember how welcoming he was and how he kept on praising me telling me how beautiful I was and how he was lucky that I could do this for him. I remember for the first time I started thinking this must be how men feel, having sexual intercourse with women. they must feel welcomed and loved. I remember going full when I got fully comfortable and how he screamed in the room in pleasure. I remember slapping his butt and calling him the most disrespectful names that I could think of in my mind. all of this added to the arousal for him, he was whipped. I remember this being the first time anything like this had happened to me. I remember how I loved hearing him moan and tell me how beautiful I was and how much I meant to him. it felt like the more disrespectful I got to him the more pleasure he felt, and the more he wanted me to keep going. I remember him giving me confirmation telling me how I was the world to him how much I mattered to him. I was in awe. Could you imagine a stranger who I had never fully known. I mean yes I knew his family, but I never thought that he would in any way be attracted to this sort of stuff, but here he was telling me he loved me telling me how good I was doing and saying how much pleasure he felt. This was a whole new world for me. This pushes my question:
is being pegged the new trend? In this day and age more men and women are allowing their freak flag to fly. saying how much pleasure it is for them doing all of these things Things that would seem weird in the public eye. From getting pegged, women who eat ass. This is all foreign territory.. but is this common?
iis this common?
