ConTuesday! Blue ribbon, nothing, or lipstick
It is a fact both fundamental and under-appreciated: men’s bodies are sexy. The male body is a beautiful, astounding thing, and keeping it healthy is fucking important.
So, because most men (as well as some women) happen to have prostates, before September ends I want to mention that it’s prostate cancer awareness month. Check out Ambulance Driver’s blog to learn about Kilted to Kick Cancer. He’s been promoting it all month by wearing a kilt around town, spotlighting other bloggers doing the same, and raising money for cancer research.
So check that out. And enjoy today’s ConTuesday devoted to penises, prostates, and health!
Did I mention that kilts are sexy too? That’s not even a confession. It’s a fact.
On to the confessions:
Not too far out I guess, but for ME it was…
Told my GF she could fuck me in the ass with a strap-on if she could find one with a small enough dick (had part of my rectum removed due to cancer and just can’t fit much up there). Let her (actually, begged her…) to finger me deep in the ass while she blew me. It was pretty good.
There are smaller dildos specifically for anal play that you can use with strap-on harnesses. For instance, the small version of this Silk dildo is 4 1/2 inches long. Might that work?
I’m a guy of average size (or at least what the internet calls average), and it has never really mattered to me.
R recently bought a realistic dildo (it squirts!) over the internet, and was quite startled by what came in the mail. The thing is -huge-.
Queue a bondage session with my blindfolded girlfriend, who has previously expressed reservations about my size, and was horrified by this thing. I got it out, and after working up to it, inserted – and within short order she had arrived at what was visibly the best orgasm of her life.
Size had always been a nonissue for me, but I do now have a deep desire to be able to do that to her without outside help; I am now insecure where I wasn’t before.
Some kinds of orgasms require props, much like some sports need specific equipment. She’s never going to give you a prostate orgasm with just her pussy, for instance, unless she has a genuinely singular anatomy.
The thing is, you gave her the best orgasm of her life while using an inanimate object. Now go tell Lance Armstrong he’s a loser because his bike’s doing all the work.
I could be happy with my sex life even if I never penetrated my wife again, as long as she still used the strap-on on me. There is nothing like a prostate orgasm. If you’re too uncomfortable with your sexuality to try it, I pity you.
Prostate orgasms are reportedly so awesome that I can really only curse my horrible luck being born a woman and try to content myself with the six or seven types of orgasms I actually get to have.
Also, I sincerely hope your wife is as into strap-on play as you are if you ever seriously consider making that your only sexual staple.
Last Friday I fucked this girl I’ve been scheming on. It wasn’t very good and afterwards I wished I hadn’t. She had a thin-lipped pussy, which I thoroughly licked (licked, not LIKED, as I like pussies with big fat flappy lips). She required that I wear a condom and then didn’t even blow me afterwards. She hadn’t fucked in 3 yrs, so now of course she is all in love and shit, even though prior to fucking she just said all she wanted was a hard cock, not a boyfriend.
In point of fact, this girl is smart to insist on a condom. Your sexual health benefits from it as does hers. But you probably already know that.
Good luck finding lusher lips, my friend.
I was just diagnosed with cancer and for the first time it truly depresses me that I may die a virgin… and soon. The closest I ever came was sending a woman(?) I “met” online a photo of my dick, and she said it was “a perfect cock”. I printed out that chat transcript and kept it folded up in my wallet for months.
I’m so sorry you’re dealing with this illness. I sincerely wish you a speedy and decisive recovery, and plenty of fucking in the immediate and distant future for you and your perfect cock!
The consolation prize for not being enormous is quickies. Sex that doesn’t require an hour of foreplay just to avoid being an excruciating experience for your partner? I’ll take it.
(Not to mention more complete-feeling blowjobs, etc, etc.)
A more normal sized penis with prosthesis, worn or held, gives you options. It’s almost like a swappable cock. Which is way cooler.
As for prostate orgasms, I’ve come close only once, and didn’t finish even then; the only strap-on that does anything for me is the one my girlfriend hates the most (not that it’s ugly or anything, but it’s double-sided and very uncomfortable for her). I’ve been looking for a better one; apparently not everything works the same for everyone, big surprise, so if you haven’t had success before, it may be worth trying again.
To the guy with the enormous toy and the budding insecurities: I used to love to be able to just push my partner down and fuck the hell out of him on short notice, fast and hard. With my current boyfriend, Enormo Von Horsecock, this is not an option. Now, I’m no size queen, but I would imagine even a woman who liked a big dick might not be in the mood for one ALL the time – so I second Orphan’s assertion that average-size with the ability to “upgrade” using props is better all around.
Also, how do you know your girlfriend came that hard because the toy was so big? Did she specifically tell you this? Because it seems to me that her awesome orgasm might have happened for any number of other reasons. Maybe you were domming her spectacularly well that day. Maybe there was more foreplay and buildup than usual. Maybe she kinks on the idea of being fucked with a toy, regardless of its size. Maybe the orgasm felt the same as usual but being blindfolded made her way more uninhibited about vocalizing. Maybe the sheer size of the toy put pressure on her g-spot (pressure on ALL her vaginal walls, actually, but it’s the g-spot part that got her off) and you could replicate that pressure with your own penis by thrusting at a particular angle.
Don’t draw conclusions from your encounter until you’ve actually TALKED to your girlfriend.