Welcome to the A to Z Blog Hop!
Welcome to the start of the A to Z BDSM blog hop taking place all through the month of June. Now, the rules as I understand them are that you have to make 26 posts. Since there are 30 days in June, that means you can skip 4 days. Also, the posts don’t have to be BDSM related, they can be anything. Anything at all. For instance, in the rules it specified that if you had a truly awesome recipe for apple pie, then A could be for Apple Pie.
Ha. Not on my blog. When you’re here…
A is for Anal
Now, if you’ve read any of my books that include sex, then you probably already know I’m a fan. 🙂 I love anal sex. There is no pleasure quite like it, but I have a funny feeling I’m not going to be the only person participating in this blog hop who’s going to say, “Screw apple pie, let’s go straight for the good stuff!” So, anticipating that there will be at least one other blogger ready, willing and able to confide in all the pleasurable ins and outs (groan, yeah, I know) of anal sex, I’m going to do something a little different.
Anal sex for pleasure is fine, fun and has an intensity that can’t be beat. But anal sex for punishment has a different kind of intensity and, even though it’s not fun and not pleasurable, when it needs to happen, I find myself anticipating it on a whole different level.
I’m one of those people who happens to think that using anal sex for punishment is just as appropriate as using it for mutual pleasure. I know a lot of people will disagree. There are many who think if the penetratee isn’t enjoying it as much as the penetrator, then something’s seriously wrong in that sexual situation. I also happen to know that care does need to be taken to avoid causing serious harm. But there are still times when I fantasize about anal sex that hurts. There are times I think it shouldn’t be fun, that it should be as humiliating and painful as possible. There are times when I don’t want to enjoy any part of it. I just want to be used. Take your fun, ride me like a whore, do whatever you have to to satisfy your carnal wants and don’t make any effort at all to grant me the same consideration. I don’t want to cum; I want to cry. I want to suffer for a while. I want to be owned, penetrated all the way down into my soul in a way my body will continue to feel for hours to come.
Don’t let it be over with quickly. Take your time. Gag me. Tie me up. Pin me down. Pull my hair and slap my ass. Tell me how disappointed you are with how I’ve behaved, even if I haven’t behaved badly at all. Show me how much bigger, stronger, more brutal you can be when I’ve “earned” it. Do it not because I really have done anything to “deserve” it, but because you know every now and then this is what I need just to be sane.
Now to me, the difference between this and real abuse is as far apart as the North Pole is from the South. If you disagree with my opinion, then that’s fine. We’ll just agree to disagree.
Let’s switch tracks a bit.
I was reading a delightful book called ‘Hot to Trot’ by author C. P. Mandara in which she wrote the best, bar-none, anal scene I think I’ve ever read. This is a very small excerpt:
Applying generous amounts of lubricant to all of his toys and his right hand glove, he would start the proceedings delicately. Inserting the tip of his leather clad finger inside her anus, he began to massage the hole; stretching it gently, before slowly thrusting his digit back and forth to accustom her to the idea of movement.
Jenny was trying her hardest to smother a groan. Whatever he was searching for down there, if he found it, she wanted it back. Wearing a plug was bad enough, but having his finger pump inside her was ten times worse. It was mortifying as hell, slightly uncomfortable and horribly arousing. The man was obviously in no hurry, either. There were only two thoughts that were going to get her through this ordeal: the fact that she would be getting rid of Mr Nasty, her chief tormentor, and the prospect of rescue tomorrow. After a hurried debate she decided to add another thought to the list. The possibility of an orgasm, please, oh God, please. The plastic vibrating beads had just begun their journey into the darkest, most private depths of her body and – dammit – they felt good.
This is Book #3 in the Pony Tales (don’t let that throw you) series. This book has everything you could want in a good BDSM book. It is extremely well-written, humorous in places, and set fire to the Kindle HOT in others. It’s #3 in the series. Don’t ask me why I started with that one, but I’m about to pick up the others. It’s also conceptually non-con (except that by this book, she is battling herself not to be so willing). If you’re anything like me, you will need a lot of ‘me’ time during the reading of this book.
The viciously attractive Mark, with the unfaltering smile, has a day of endurance planned for Jenny that the devil himself would find challenging. His artful temperature play has her screaming, his anal dilators have her howling and a ride in the sybian’s saddle leaves her virtually unconscious, but the day is far from over. A group of ladies, with wandering fingers, are given the task of transforming Jenny into a sweet, submissive pony girl who will be left looking ‘hot to trot’ in no time at all.
After an exhausting day of training, Jenny has only escape or rescue on her mind. Alas, escape is rather difficult when you’re naked, dressed in thigh high pony boots and have your hands immobilised in leather mittens which are clipped behind your back. Besides, escape isn’t all that important – not when you’re desperate for your next orgasm, it isn’t.
If you’d like to read more from C. P. Mandara, you can visit her blog here.
Enjoy the rest of your reading, and don’t forget to Click here to check out the other amazing authors embarking on the A to Z Blog Hop going on all through June! 🙂