Sex and Toys

Posted March 16, 2011

Sheri and I have started another round of the great debate about what we will write, and who will write it.  Do you realize that it's like pulling teeth to get her to write?  "But I like reading what you have to write," she'll protest.

We figure we'll give the Lezzie masses something we haven't written about in a while:  Sex.

Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me. Let's talk about all the good things and the bad things....

Oh, sorry.  That got away from me for a second.

Let's talk about sex

FOCUS!

Ever since I became sexually active at the proper age of 18 (or 15 depending upon which gender I first had sex with (15-girl; 18; boy)) I started having a plethora of sex dreams.  I've always lusted after women, fantasized about them and preferred to watch two women together over a straight couple, and definately over two men (Which I'm sorry, call me a hypocrite but I want to see nothing of two men having sex together.  Sheri, on the other hand, LOVES it) but I only dated and slept with men with the occassional dabble in the female gender.

When I was with my boyfriend for 3 years I would often dream of being with a woman.  Granted sometimes those dreams, albiet revolving around sex, were not that sexy.  Often the women were rank and left me, literally, with a bad taste in my mouth.  One reoccuring theme however, was that of penis envy.
I would dream that I was me, a female, but I had a massively long donkey dick.  Like a foot long.  Many dreams would actually be just me masturbating.  I'd be looking down and stroking myself, trying in vain to reach orgasm (which has NEVER happened in my dreams and I often just wake up with my hand down my pants) and it would stir in me the desire to be me, but have a penis.

I don't know if you would classify me as a freak in bed.  I don't think I do anything too out of the ordinary.  I'm not asking you to dress me up from head to toe in latex and gag me, but I do enjoy some light bondage and a good bite or spanking now and again.  Gets my juices flowing, so to speak. 

When Sheri and I first started sleeping together it was rather akward.  She is not unexperienced in the least but she never had a partner who wanted certain things that I did.  And she was the first woman I had slept with in years, and also the first woman that I slept with on a regular basis, so it was a learning curve for both of us.  I don't quite recall when or how the conversation arose but we began talking about our likes in the sack.  I did mention to her that I like to be handcuffed, blindfolded, and spanked.  I also enjoy the dirty talk and for you to call me names. 

Basically I like a good fuck.

Sheri had never been recipient to such behavior being the control freak that she is and definately never had to dole it out.  So she called one of her good friends in a panic and said "Jen wants me to SPANK her!"

And her friend said, "So spank her.  What's the issue?"

Hahaha, I remember the first time she tried.  We were in my bedroom, my parents gone for the weekend, and things were moving along nicely and she outstretched her hand and then stopped.  She turned beet red and started to giggle nervously.  I smirked and encouraged her with my eyes, sticking my bare behind out a little farther and she wound up again.  When she "spanked" me it wasn't a firm solid slap, it consisted of numerous quick little taps.  I looked up at her, bewildered, and asked "What in the hell was that?!"

We both ended up in a fit of hysterics because she was so nervous that she'd hurt me.  "Umm," I stated, "that's kind of the point."
As if that wasn't bad enough, I asked her to choke me.  Not to the point of you know, killing me, but just take me by the throat and do me. 

Poor woman.  She looked like a deer in headlights.

It took a few times for her to feel more comfortable in bed.  She gained the confidence to give me a nice firm smack and wrap her hand around my throat.  Sometimes however, I do have to remind her to go easy.  She'll swing and literally miss on the first attempt and end up smacking my back which just cripples me for a few seconds.  Or she won't get a square hit and then repeatedly smack my ass to where I'm trying to roll away from her while howling "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?!  IF YOU MISS DO NOT AIM FOR THE SAME CHEEK!  SWITCH SIDES BETWEEN SMACKS!"  And she's chasing me going "Come here!  I missed!  It wasn't a good one!"

We have fun with our sex, if not for nothing else.

Back to the penis envy.

So after we got the handcuff and spanking down I wanted to plant the seed of bringing in some extra....props.  I did start to tell Sheri my curiosity at using a strap on.  Now I had never used let alone see a dildo before so I didn't know how the mechanics of it would work.  Sheri, for nearly two years, was adamant about saying no.  "If I wanted a dick I'd sleep with a man," she'd say.

It was all about control.  Sheri and I are both control freaks and while I do enjoy to be dominated, I also like to dominate.  In order to get Sheri to comply with using a strap on she'd have to relinquish some of that control to me and for the longest time she wouldn't have it.
Until that one magical day.  I don't know if it was my incessent prodding (heh) but she said "Ok, we can try it."

I didn't wait for her to change her mind.  I immediately went out and began my search for a strap on.  I went to this little dirty hole-in-the-wall dive of a sex shop about 20 minutes away from me.  It was the seedy type of place where I felt like I needed a trench coat and a hat with some shifty eyes just to drive by it.  I walked in there trying to be as confident as possible and I had to swallow down my nervous giggles.
On the wall beside me was an array of plastic penises.  I saw strap ons for every size.  I even saw this one contraption that you wear on your chin when you're eating a girl out.  I stifled laughter as majority of the packages said Adjustable Harness- DONG INCLUDED!

Ha, dong.

I didn't know what size to get.  6" seemed too small and there were no 7" so I settled on 8".  I figured bigger is better, right?  I purchased a set of a harness with the 8" jelly dong included as well as a seperate harness for Sheri.  I love her and all, but sharing one harness?  Eww. 

We affectionally named it Mr. Purple Penis, Mr. P for short, because well he was...you guessed it.  Blue.  No, I'm totally kidding.  He was purple.

Now the point of the strap on was for me to use on Sheri however with her control issues when we first got him she didn't let me wear him much.  I have never been an overly large lover of internal sex as it doesn't really do anything for me.  I can only climax from her pressing my magic button and 8" was far too big for me.  More often than not we'd get into a position and she'd thrust too deep and I'd wince in pain as it seemed as though the head was hitting the back of my throat.  I kept asking to switch and use it on her but I was met with the same resistence as always.

Finally she relented. 

It was glorious putting him on for the first time.  I stroked him, pretending it was literally an exention of me.  When we made love that night it was explosive.  I have always enjoyed watching sex in the mirror and loved positions where I could watch it slide in and out of me but being a woman there are very few positions that you can contort yourself into to actually watch.  However, being the one in control, seeing the pleasure it gives, watching it move in and out in a rhythmic motion is a completely different experience.  Even though I couldn't feel what was going on it was like I could.  In my mind I could feel her wrapped around me, pulsating, warm, and eagerly taking me in.  When I'm wearing him it's like it's me and it makes me so incredibly turned on.

We didn't use the 8" one for very long.  For starters it stank.  Secondly it was too big.  It hurt both of us and after a few months we were on a quest to find a new one.

One Saturday about two years ago we went to a much nicer sex shop up by her where she had purchased our whip and handcuffs a year or so prior.  We bobbed and weaved throughout the stands trying to find the right dong that would fit our needs.  For some reason, they don't seem to make 7" ones so we settled on a 6" Purple Swirled Dildo set.  I had suggested a pink glittery one but for some reason was shot down. 

Oh.my.GAWD.

New levels have been reached with Mr. P(squared).  Majority of the time I wear him and when I do it's amazing.  I am constantly living out my fantasy of being with a woman and pleasuring her in a way that I've only dreamed of.  I love being able to tease her, to start off slow and shallow and work up the speed and the momentum.  I often tell her that I think there is nothing sexier than her panting and writhing beneath me.  She has this glow about her and I can see how she loves how it feels deep inside of her.  And when she gets on top of me to reach her climax I can practically feel her tighten around me as my nails scratch down her back and then we crumple into a quivering, sweaty lump together.
It has taken our sex life to new levels.

And now I need a cold shower.