Posted by red on July 30th, 2007 in Feeldoe and Share, Girl Sex, Sex Toys

It was a typically atypical Saturday night chez red and Roi. He was going out “with the boyz” to watch boobs shake and pussies glisten on the stage at his favorite strip club; I had Anna over and I had PLANS. This was an interesting evening intellectually, as it was one of the first times Roi unapologetically exposed his friends to the fact that his fiancée had a girlfriend (I found out much later that as the evening wore on they discussed, at length, how hot “red’s girlfriend” was).

The guys were running late with their plans and had accumulated in our living room, flooding the air with man scent, beer vapours and the fresh smoky scent of BC bud. They had been out BBQing on the beach and were well on the way to inebriation. Conversation was loud, crass and highly amusing. As they worked out who was taking the bus and who was taking a cab, Anna arrived. And, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they left.

Anna and I exchanged glances as the last of them toddled off to catch the bus. Our eyes spoke volumes to one another. Without speaking, we walked into the bedroom and allowed our lips to meet. That familiar, comfortable red hot fieriness overtook us quickly, and somehow I found myself pinning down Anna’s naked form when I myself was far from undressed.

“This isn’t fair!” She protested as my mouth found her soft, willing flesh yielding beneath it.

“You need to be more naked!” She exclaimed as my fingers danced around her torso, teasing the delicate curve under her breasts.

And after that, all she could do was moan…

This was one of the first few times I fucked Anna with the feeldoe strapped on – and this time, it felt natural. Strap-on sex has a learning curve - much like any other sex act, really. The “strap-er” can’t be expected to fuck like a cassanova the first time out of the gates, but after some awkward first times, it gets easier. And after it gets easier, it starts to feel natural. When it feels natural, you’re there – no more flubs, no more hesitation, no more mistakes. Just good, hearty strap on sex

Coupling the feeldoe with a harness is truly brilliant. The feeldoe will stay in place on its own, but only with decently closed legs. This limits its usefulness. Strapped into place, its stays put – perky, firm and ready to fuck. In fact, even though the straps felt awkward at first, the fact that they allow the feeldoe to cradle so firmly into me makes me forget that they’re there. Void of distracting worries of it falling out, I am free the let the feeldoe become part of me, to become an extension of my cunt. The silicone is inert, but it allows the quivers and shakes and strokes of a fuck to channel deep within me, fueling the the burning desire of my sex.

It’s a real trip, you know, fucking a girl with a strap on. My inert cock, spreading sensation to me, elicits reactions from her. Everything is delayed, sensations conveyed by proxy through the blue silicone cock between my legs. Her body tenses under me – I see her orgasm before I feel the jolting of the feeldoe on my gspot. For the briefest of seconds, I am simply an observer – watching transfixed as her orgasm washes over her. Then, suddenly, my world is flooded with that feeling – my own thighs flutter in response as I thrust again.

I handle her roughly, pushing her body where I please with flattened palms. I watch her body wiggle as I continue to fuck her – sometimes her muscles are tense; sometimes relaxed. As I push her into different positions, she tenses differently, and my attention is drawn to beautiful nuances of the landscape of her body.

“How did you know to do that?” She asked, as I fucked her hard on the side, pulling spurts of clear fluid from her as I did.

“I just did.” It’s all I can offer in way of explanation.

That’s not entirely true. I knew to do it because of the way she responded to what I was doing. I ended up there because it looked hot and felt amazing. It was truly inevitable.

“Well, could you do it again?”