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For a while, Derek has been asking me to penetrate him. He’s all about the oh-so-vulnerable, reversal of traditional roles, make-me-yours kind of ass fucking. One of the many reasons I like him.

So, the last time he was here, Tuesday I believe, I took the first steps in the direction of taking his anal virginity, so to speak. I had him in the bedroom, and got to use the eyebolts in the ceiling again. So, his arms were bound above his head, his ass pink and very welted from a rather heavy beating, and then I made up for the pain by sliding my fingers inside that sensitive, taboo little orifice that so many men are so afraid to have touched. It was amazing. He moaned, and loved it, couldn’t get enough of having me inside him. I pressed the slick tip of my finger against the ring of muscle until it relaxed and let me in, drew me into him. Felt the smooth skin inside his body, felt him shudder in a very intimate way.

How amazing must it be to have a penis and be able to do that with such a sensitive piece of your body, a piece that can shoot your come inside your partner, all planting your seed and claiming their body kind of shit?

Maybe I’ll work him up to fisting…

 

I like to penetrate people. You might even say I love it.

As a matter of fact, penetrate is one of my very most favorite words. Just looking at it in the dictionary gives me a thrill.

penetrate
verb
1a. find access into or through, often by overcoming resistance, esp. forcibly
b. imbue with; permeate; to enter and diffuse itself through
2. to affect or impress deeply, as by piercing the consciousness or emotions
3. see into, find out, or discern (a person’s mind, the truth, a meaning, etc.)
4. see through
5. be absorbed by the mind
6. (as penetrating adj.) having or suggesting sensitivity or insight
[Latin penetrare place or enter within]

In case you haven’t guessed, this is my post about strap-ons. First of all, I’d like to say that I dig ‘em. It’s not the be-all end-all of sex for me, but I enjoy fucking someone with a fake penis every now and then. I find it a delightful addition to my repetoire of sexuality. Some things about strap-ons do bug me though, mostly other people’s ideas of what they mean, the pervasive and ridiculous preconceived notions held by society. But as in most areas of my life, I try not to let that stop me from taking my pleasure in it.

Before I really get into the nitty gritty of strap-on fabulousness there are two major things I don’t like about them. Firstly, they are often used with the ridiculous idea that cock=power/dominance. That “you need a cock to be on top, you need a cock to be a dom, you need a cock to fuck.” That really pisses me off. Bitchy probably elaborates on that better than I will, but when I have sex, it doesn’t always have all the connotations of power and gender (especially when I’m the one getting penetrated, ha), and being the penetrating partner in sex is not inherently a dominant act. Not at all. When I’m fucking, most of the time I like being the one getting pounded. I like being the one on the bottom. Let the other guy do the work, I am all about that. And it doesn’t mean I’m submitting, not in the least. Well, sometimes it feels that way depending on the dynamic of the situation, but the majority of the time it’s just me and my lover enjoying each other. And with a bioboy - he has a penis, I have a vagina, and damn can they ever fit well together.

But I digress.

Putting aside gender/power and “what does it all mean, ” strap-ons can be pretty damn ridiculous and inefficient in a more practical sense. Sometimes I just feel damn silly wearing that contraption, with some unnatural-looking rubber phallus bouncing around in front of me, invariably pointing in a direction that is not quite right for the actual act of penetration. Not to mention the fact that getting into one of those harnesses, adjusting the straps and getting it at just the right tight/loose ratio so I get the most sensation during the fucking, getting the dildo in the right position and making sure it’s not going to rip out any of my pubic hairs.. that can take the sexy out of a room pretty fast.

Now, I know you can penetrate someone without a silly-looking fake penis attached to your pelvis, there’s fingers and tongues and hand-held toys and mental/emotional penetration (which is a blog post for another time….)… but I find a strap-on to be the most effective and pleasurable tool at my disposal for penetrating my partner. With a strap-on, I can fuck my partner with my whole body, and I think that is what makes it so great for me. There’s something so primal and encompassingly physical about that, that just gets to me, deeply (no pun intended). It’s rutting, it’s fucking, it’s animalistic and rawr!

Penetrating a partner satisfies something in me that is very deeply seated and difficult to explain. I read something somewhere that talked about inwardly and outwardly directed sexuality. MJ and I talked about it, and she was saying that even though she likes the way sex feels physically with her dangly bits, her overwhelming desire is to take her parnter into her, to have her partner inside her body. As for me, I (so very much) enjoy the sensations my pussy gives, but I am sometimes frustrated because my body doesn’t match up with the way I feel… especially with certain partners, I want to penetrate, I want my sexuality to thrust outward, to be in your face and I want to drive into them when we have sex, I want to come into them and be enveloped by them.

Of course, a strapped-on cock is not part of my body and it doesn’t give nearly as much sensation as I crave (though the Nexus can be rather nice), but I don’t have satisfactory built-in equipment for penetration, so I take the second-best thing.

And this stuff has nothing whatsoever to do with gender, just so that’s clear.

In addition to penetration, getting a reaction is also one of my favorite things in the world. And few things get a reaction quite like shoving a phallus deep inside someone. Especially a boy. I love hearing those delicate gasps and grunts and seeing the totally overwhelmed look on their faces. Anal sex is so intense. And straight boys in particular are so used to being the penetrators, I like the mindfuck of turning the tables on them.

There’s also the idea of reciprocation, if I’m having sex with a boy. You penetrate me, I penetrate you. Keeps things balanced, in a way.

Fucking someone with a strap-on isn’t something I would say I prefer over vaginal sex, but I do like to keep it on the list. Who wants to have the same kind of sex every time? For me, strap-on sex satisfies desires and needs for me that can’t be met any other way. It can be a great tool, another variation of sex, and hey, variety is the spice of life, right?

 

"Fuck Him"

Everyone should read this:
http://bloodylaughter.blogspot.com/2007/07/fuck-him.html

I love strap-ons. Love them. Love them like I love singletail. I use a strap-on on a man, and I get to glory in every reaction I elicit from him, moans and little fragile cries and all. I enjoy this the way I enjoy whipping a man until he falls to his knees. I want to see what he does. I will push him just to see how he pushes back, or whether he does at all. If he’s never done it before I want to see what happens to his mind once it’s over. I am a reation top; I get off on the reations I inspire in others. Not all tops are like this; lots of doms get off on having their pleasure sated. I do that too. Reactions are my pleasure.

For female dominants who deal strictly in their own pleasure, strap-ons seriously stink. It’s true; I don’t feel anything. It’s detached, like any other toy is detached. It’s not arousing in any kind of physical way. It does not work for everyone, and I wholeheartedly agree with Bitchy when she says it should not be the cum shot of femdom, and we shouldn’t all have to rush out and buy one. It’s all about getting what you want. To get what you want, first you have to understand what you want. Then you can go finding a set of tools that work for you, be it handcuffs or rubber gloves or strap-ons or paddles. Whatever.

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Point two: Penetration is masculine. Well hey, guess what. I don’t think that’s true either. And I fully realize I’m going against literally hundreds of thousands of years of biology here, with men having penises and women not. But doesn’t it seem that the very invention of the strap on has pretty much made this whole argument bullshit? Not only that, it’s not just a penis one can penetrate with. I can penetrate you with a knife, a needle, my fist, my finger, my teeth. I can penetrate your personal space. I can penetrate you emotionally with my mind. I get as much pleasure out of penetrating you with a strap-on as I do from penetrating you with a needle. I’m a woman with full control over the ability to penetrate people. I’m not taking on a masculine trait. This does not need to be gendered. Seriously, stop gendering things. Really.