Hécuba

Many guys asked me for it once our S relationships became established (some, the more daring or shameless ones, even demanded it right off the bat). Although I genuinely wanted to try it, the way they asked made me hesitant and distrustful, so all my first steps were taken alone, in solitude. Nothing out of the ordinary, just experimenting on my own with my finger. It wasn’t that I was thrilled by what I felt; if I compared it to its most direct, similar, and closest equivalent, it was clear that traditional hole was much more pleasurable, easy, and comfortable.

And that’s how it went for many years—something that, while it interested me, didn't offer any major appeal. Until one of those few boyfriends I had came into my life, someone of whom, to this day, I still hold fond memories.

We had already been together for a long time, we thoroughly enjoyed each other's bodies, there was trust, and there was a desire to experiment. Then, out of nowhere one day, he dropped the bombshell: "What if we try the back door?" And I, with the sarcasm of someone who had rejected many others before him, replied by asking if he meant for me or for him. When he answered without hesitation, "For both," my jaw hit the floor.

I remember it was a lot of fun. That whole game of "your turn, now my turn," getting on all fours on the bed, our hands gloved, with the lube always right next to us, alternating back and forth. That was how the two of us grew familiar with it all: those small initial contractions that made us run to the bathroom fearing an involuntary leak, and that sensation that was pleasurable but also strange at the same time, because the pleasure it provided was far from the kind we were used to receiving through the traditional way. I remember that at the beginning, he struggled a lot to maintain his arousal while I played with his orifice using my finger, but once he managed it, the climax it ended up giving him left him completely trembling and ecstatic. And that was exactly what happened to me. The back door on its own was okay, but it wasn't amazing; however, when the sensations I received through my P and my A blended together, the climax reached another dimension, much greater and more intense.

Shortly after, we bought that set of three metal toys of different sizes and began incorporating them into our regular S encounters indiscriminately. Oralities? Add a plug. Conventional S? Then a plug for each of us. Eventually, with all that trust and complicity built and earned, and once I had gotten used to the medium-sized —taking it out and putting it in quite quickly and easily—I agreed to let him go inside me there.