When my girlfriend first asked me to fuck her with a strap-on, I wasn’t at all sure about it. I don’t consider myself dominant or toppy, and Rosie is the first AFAB person I’ve dated, so I don’t exactly have a lot of experience.
“I don’t know, babe,” I said when she brought it up. “I’m just not sure it’s really my thing.”
“No pressure,” she said. “Just let me know if you ever change your mind.” She didn’t mention it again, and over the next few months we explored all kinds of other things together. She was the first woman I went down on, the first person to fist me, and we even begun to experiment with tying each other up.
The best thing about being with Rosie was that she never pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to do. She was far more experienced than me in the beginning, and she’s filthy as hell in the best possible way, but if I wasn’t up for doing something she always dropped it immediately.
I’d half forgotten our early conversation about strap-on sex until I stumbled upon a porn scene by chance. Rosie was out for the evening and, bored and horny, I got out my favourite bullet vibrator and pulled up Crashpad Series on my laptop. After scrolling through a few scenes, looking for something that would hit the spot, one video thumbnail caught my eye. A grinning woman lay on her back, sporting a bright purple strap-on dildo, which her partner was enthusiastically sucking.
I hit play, suddenly intrigued. Truthfully, I’d never seen the appeal of strap-on sex before. The person wielding the dick couldn’t actually feel it, after all, so why not just use a dildo by hand? But now, watching this gorgeous and joyful queer porn scene, I got it. My eyes remained glued to the screen, transfixed, as the woman wearing the dildo flipped her partner over and slid it into their cunt from behind. I watched the way their bodies moved together, grinding and thrusting, my own cunt growing wet at the sound of their moans. When I switched the vibrator on and pressed it to my clit, I came in less than a minute.
“So about the strap-on thing…” I said to Rosie later, when we were curled around each other cosily in bed. She gave me a curious look but said nothing, waiting. “I think I might want to try it. I’m a little nervous, but I think it could be really hot to fuck you that way. You know, if you still want…”
She kissed me. “Yes, I still want. Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“What got you curious?” she asked.
“One of the scenes on that website you sent me,” I said, a little bashful.
A smile spread over her face. “Well, okay then.”
Three days later, and we were standing together before a wall of harnesses in Rosie’s favourite feminist sex shop. It made me giggle that she was on first-name terms with half the sales staff.
“Can’t I just use your harness the first time?” I’d asked when she suggested this shopping trip. She’d showed it to me, along with the rest of her impressive sex toy collection, back at the beginning of our relationship.
“No,” she said. “Strap-ons are very personal. We need to find you one that feels like you.” I didn’t really understand what she meant, but she was the expert, so I ran with it.
“I don’t know where to start,” I said. “There are so many options.”
“Just see what speaks to you,” she said.
I ran a hand along the shelf, touching supple black leather and thick nylon straps, harnesses that looked like pairs of boxer shorts and harnesses adorned with pretty floral lace. Some of them would be quite hot on the right person, I thought, but not on me.
Then my eyes fell on it.
“Now this,” I said, gently tugging one off the rack to show Rosie, “this I could see myself wearing.” It was made of soft leather in the brightest shade of pink I’d ever seen.
My girlfriend grinned at me. “That’s just about the most femme strap-on I’ve ever seen. It’s perfect for you.”
After much deliberation, we selected a curved silicone dildo in a gorgeous, pearlescent pink-and-white swirl effect to go with the harness. On the way to the counter, Rosie also grabbed a bottle of lube. I blushed deeply as our purchases were rung up, bagged, and handed to us.
I put the harness on in the bathroom by myself, still not sure how I’d feel once it was attached to me. The bright pink leather had looked pretty under the shop lights, but how would it look on my body, in our bedroom? I slid it up over my hips and adjusted it for size, then slipped the dildo through the O-ring and secured it in place. At last, I dared to look at myself in the mirror.
I’d thought I might feel silly, or possibly sexy, or a combination of both. What I had not expected to feel was – there was only one word for it – powerful. One glance at my reflection, and I knew that the pink leather harness had been the perfect choice. Yes. I looked hot as hell, and me and my hot pink cock were going to fuck my beautiful girlfriend.
Back in the bedroom, Rosie was lying on the bed in a tank top and a pair of black knickers. When I emerged, her eyes swept over my body. There was a moment of silence while we took each other in, and then,
“Fuck,” she breathed.
“You like?” I asked.
“That’s just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Get over here.”
I climbed onto the bed and crawled over to my girlfriend. She sat up and I knelt, my legs straddling hers, and kissed her deeply. I broke the kiss just long enough to pull her top off over her head then, my mouth still on hers, brought my hands to her breasts. She moaned into my mouth. I kissed my way down her neck and collarbone then down her body, pausing to suck one perfect nipple and then the other. As I continued the trail of kisses down her stomach and towards her pubic mound, I stole a glance at her face. Her eyes were closed in bliss and she had a little smile on her face.
When I reached her cunt and pulled off the knickers, she was already soaking wet. My tongue found her clit, sucking it into my mouth and inhaling the scent of her from her curls of dark pubic hair. I knew from experience that giving her a clitoral orgasm was the best way to get her ready for penetrative play. Forgetting my nerves for a moment, I threw all my energy into giving her pleasure. It did not take long before she was writhing beneath me, and then I felt the telltale rush of wetness as her cunt gushed against my eager mouth.
I kissed her as she came down from her first orgasm of the night, loving the feeling of her body trembling. She knelt over me. “Can I suck your dick?” she asked. Unexpectedly, the question sent a pulse of arousal to my cunt. I nodded. Holding eye contact, she slid down and closed her lips over the strap-on dildo. She slid her beautiful mouth up and down its length, swirling her tongue around the tip and then closing a hand around the shaft, stroking and sucking and stroking and sucking. Even without being able to exactly feel what her mouth was doing to the pink and white silicone, the image was almost unbearably erotic.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked her, suddenly feeling bold.
She released the dildo – my cock – from her mouth. “Please.”
I reached for the bottle of lube and added a generous amount to the dildo, which was already slick from the blow job she’d just given me. “What position do you want to be in?”
She lay down on her back, her legs parted. “Like this.”
I positioned myself over her in an approximation of the missionary position. Despite its reputation as the most vanilla of sex positions, I always thought it was deeply underrated.
“Ready?” I asked her, guiding the tip of the dildo to her entrance. She nodded with such enthusiasm it made me smile. I kissed her again and, at the same time, slid the length of the dildo into her cunt.
The gasp as I slid into her was replaced by a moan as my cock made contact with her G-spot. She wrapped her arms around me and, with her hands on my ass, pulled me against her in a steady rhythm. Her sounds and the way she moved under me were making me wetter than I could remember being in a long time.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I murmured in her ear, moving my hips in small circles against her with my cock deep inside her.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” she gasped. In answer, I ground against her harder. I watched in wonder as she began to tremble, taking in the look on her face as her orgasm rose and crashed over her. When she came, she pulled me to her and buried her face in my shoulder.
“That… was fucking incredible,” she gasped when she could speak again.
I kissed her. “You’re incredible.”
I snuggled close to my girlfriend, revelling in her body against mine, the warmth of her and the feeling of her hair tickling my nose.
“I love you,” she said.
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