about anal sex that it could take up this many pages, but there it was. And that was just one of four books, not to mention a dozen more I could order if these didn’t fully enlighten me.
There were chapters about positions and rimming. I’d read those later. For now, I concentrated on the ones that talked about stretching, prepping, and penetrating for the first time. Everything that had anything to do with taking it up the ass without pain. I went through the second book. The third. They said basically the same thing Ethan did—start with toys and make friends with lube.
I had toys. I had lube.
Time to make friends.
Heart speeding up, I closed the book and set it aside. I got up and locked the door—not that I expected one of the guys to barge in—and closed the blinds. Then I stripped off my clothes and lay back on the bed beside the array of toys and lube.
Well. Here goes nothing.
As recommended, I put a condom over the toy. Apparently that made it easier to keep them clean. Fine—I just wanted the practice since I hadn’t used a condom in mumble years. Better to get the hang of it again with a toy than in front of Sailo.
Once the condom was on, I put the toy aside for a moment and opened one of the lube bottles. I poured some on my hand, leaned back against the pillows, and spread my legs.
The books recommended fingers first, so that was what I started with. The position was awkward—it’d probably be a hell of a lot easier with someone else doing the fingering. Or me fingering them. Except then I’d be a nervous wreck, so awkward positions would have to do for now.
Staring up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes, I pressed one finger in. Weird. Very…weird. I gritted my teeth, but that didn’t help. And hadn’t both Ethan and my reading material said that relaxing was important?
I closed my eyes and took a few slow, deep breaths. I concentrated on relaxing, and kept my fingertip there until the muscle finally obeyed. Pressing in this time, I had more luck—my finger slid in to the first joint. When I withdrew it and tried again, it still took some work, but the third time, it was easier. The burn was bizarre. This turned people on? Different strokes, maybe. Still, I was determined to give it a chance, and pushed my finger in again.
Little by little, I slid it deeper. After a while, I added a second, which didn’t take nearly as much work as the first by itself. Before long, they were sliding easily in and out.
Okay. So fingers weren’t bad. No pain. Weird, but no pain. In fact, the longer I did it, the better it felt. Still an intense burn, but not unpleasant. Kind of…kind of addictive, actually. Wow.
I blinked my eyes into focus and looked at the condom-covered toy beside me. I swallowed. Time to level up.
I slipped my fingers free, and had to pause for a moment to catch my breath. I wanted them back inside me. Like now .
Which meant I really, really wanted to get on with it with this toy, so I quickly put on some lube, not caring that a few drops landed on my stomach or ran down the side of my wrist. I’d probably take a shower after this anyway, so whatever.
Like I had with my fingers, I pressed the toy’s blunt end against my ass. I paused to breathe, to relax, and then pushed in. To my surprise, I took it easier than I had my finger, and much more quickly than before, I got used to the thick, smooth presence. Eyes closed, I took more long, deep breaths and slow, deep strokes. It was a strange, invasive feeling. Even more so than with my fingers, since this thing was thicker. It didn’t hurt, per se. Felt strange, definitely, and intense, but was it pain? I wasn’t even sure I could define it.
And how different would this be when I was with someone else? When instead of a toy, I was taking Sailo’s cock? With his body over mine, his lips touching mine…
I shivered. As I took another stroke, I imagined that instead of a toy, this was Sailo’s cock. That he was sitting over me,
There were chapters about positions and rimming. I’d read those later. For now, I concentrated on the ones that talked about stretching, prepping, and penetrating for the first time. Everything that had anything to do with taking it up the ass without pain. I went through the second book. The third. They said basically the same thing Ethan did—start with toys and make friends with lube.
I had toys. I had lube.
Time to make friends.
Heart speeding up, I closed the book and set it aside. I got up and locked the door—not that I expected one of the guys to barge in—and closed the blinds. Then I stripped off my clothes and lay back on the bed beside the array of toys and lube.
Well. Here goes nothing.
As recommended, I put a condom over the toy. Apparently that made it easier to keep them clean. Fine—I just wanted the practice since I hadn’t used a condom in mumble years. Better to get the hang of it again with a toy than in front of Sailo.
Once the condom was on, I put the toy aside for a moment and opened one of the lube bottles. I poured some on my hand, leaned back against the pillows, and spread my legs.
The books recommended fingers first, so that was what I started with. The position was awkward—it’d probably be a hell of a lot easier with someone else doing the fingering. Or me fingering them. Except then I’d be a nervous wreck, so awkward positions would have to do for now.
Staring up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes, I pressed one finger in. Weird. Very…weird. I gritted my teeth, but that didn’t help. And hadn’t both Ethan and my reading material said that relaxing was important?
I closed my eyes and took a few slow, deep breaths. I concentrated on relaxing, and kept my fingertip there until the muscle finally obeyed. Pressing in this time, I had more luck—my finger slid in to the first joint. When I withdrew it and tried again, it still took some work, but the third time, it was easier. The burn was bizarre. This turned people on? Different strokes, maybe. Still, I was determined to give it a chance, and pushed my finger in again.
Little by little, I slid it deeper. After a while, I added a second, which didn’t take nearly as much work as the first by itself. Before long, they were sliding easily in and out.
Okay. So fingers weren’t bad. No pain. Weird, but no pain. In fact, the longer I did it, the better it felt. Still an intense burn, but not unpleasant. Kind of…kind of addictive, actually. Wow.
I blinked my eyes into focus and looked at the condom-covered toy beside me. I swallowed. Time to level up.
I slipped my fingers free, and had to pause for a moment to catch my breath. I wanted them back inside me. Like now .
Which meant I really, really wanted to get on with it with this toy, so I quickly put on some lube, not caring that a few drops landed on my stomach or ran down the side of my wrist. I’d probably take a shower after this anyway, so whatever.
Like I had with my fingers, I pressed the toy’s blunt end against my ass. I paused to breathe, to relax, and then pushed in. To my surprise, I took it easier than I had my finger, and much more quickly than before, I got used to the thick, smooth presence. Eyes closed, I took more long, deep breaths and slow, deep strokes. It was a strange, invasive feeling. Even more so than with my fingers, since this thing was thicker. It didn’t hurt, per se. Felt strange, definitely, and intense, but was it pain? I wasn’t even sure I could define it.
And how different would this be when I was with someone else? When instead of a toy, I was taking Sailo’s cock? With his body over mine, his lips touching mine…
I shivered. As I took another stroke, I imagined that instead of a toy, this was Sailo’s cock. That he was sitting over me,
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