First Day Back
January 23rd,Blaurgh, home from class and I am so tired. Why did I go out last night? Oh, right, the sodomy.
I used to be crazy about anal sex — receptive, that is. For a long time I didn’t take it, then I got nervous about it, and then I felt like a hypocrite fucking guys in the ass while thinking “Christ! How can he take that?”. So it’s always nice to get fucked and not have the world end.
For all those hot stories about getting fucked with no lube, I just can’t condone stinting on it. Maybe it’s a guy thing? I love lube; it makes everything, not just anal sex, better. Most guys seem to view lube as a tool of last resort.
At work we use KY, and it seems to work pretty well. People who say “KY? It’s not slippery!” are not using enough. Though come to think of it, I’ve never been fucked in the ass with it myself, which will probably bring on some sort of karmic punishment… (What could this be? Would it really be so bad?)
I used to say not to worry about mess, that I’d never encountered anything to give me pause. I rescind that. It’s been a year at my job now, and I have to say, only my sympathetic soul prevents me from elaborating on how much mess there can be. Oh. God, I think I’m getting the shudders just now. It was just the one incident, but I’ve never brought myself to describe it — to anyone. The heart quails.
The odds are still in your favor. But if you know beforehand, why not have an enema (or as the little Fleet things are properly called, an anal douche)? So little effort. So much peace of mind.
The other thing I guiltily suggest: if you know your partner, and you and your partner talk, and you’ve had sex before, have a drink. Have two! It’s not PC, but I maintain that a man who will try to fuck me in the ass before buying me a drink doesn’t love me. (Huh. I guess I do fuck a lot of men who don’t love me.)
Of course, if you are seeing a professional, for the love of God do NOT show up drunk. No exceptions. I can take it in the ass sober and so can you.
January 23rd, at 11:19 pm
All this talk about taking it up the ass. This leads me to believe you’ve begun your tax preparation. I’ve been told the people who adore doing that with no lube work at the IRS(must be a prerequisite for employment or something).
January 23rd, at 11:51 pm
I’ve been asked for “no lube”, but in all cases I think they did some stealthy prep. Which I appreciate. Lubricant makes my job easier too.
January 24th, at 1:07 am
“Lube is your friend.”
(Said by the woman who took my virginity, and I have never seen cause to doubt her.)
January 24th, at 4:33 am
Ah, lube. One of my favourite modern inventions.
You know, if you ever want to share messy boy anal stories, I’ve got some good ones. Stories that even I consider ‘unbloggable’ and not sharable without express permission of the person listening, especially not during meals.
And this is ME talking. I used to talk about messy death work at the dinner table. In public.
January 24th, at 9:20 am
Oh, Wendy. I believe you, too. If I ever get up the stomach for it we’ll have to get lunch and share.
What sort of cuisine would be appropriate for that talk? No, wait, don’t answer that.
January 28th, at 6:18 am
No Lube?
Never crossed my mind. Lube, is like, part of my collective unconscious.
March 13th, at 9:41 pm
HA! I just saw your response to this. I gotta check back when I respond to things.
Appropriate food? Doesn’t matter to me. I’m not even squeamish about the poop. You pick, and we’ll go.