Reminiscing about the night I bought a strap-on.

So I started writing this post a while ago, stopped halfway through due to looming student deadlines meaning I actually had to work at my degree for a change, and have since come back to it. Thought I'd include it anyway as it's a pretty good summary of what to expect on the night you bite the bullet and actually order one of those things- most likely giggling and exchanging shy glances with each other as you click "order." Feel no shame if the naughtiness get you a little, ahem, invigorated.... (February) So last night the boyfriend and I went shopping for strap-ons. It didn’t even require the use of alcohol as anaesthetic, which is promising. We are both open-minded, highly creative people and, well, we both like the idea of him getting fucked into the mattress. So, after much searching and head-tilting at the dildos (“That one is nine inches long, darling, don’t get ahead of yourself. Unless you want to be walking with a gangster lean for the next fortnight.”….) I settled on the Sportsheets Lace Corset Strap On in red. Because, quite frankly, I am a girl who sees no logic in paying £10 when you can spend £25 and get something pretty. Princesses get what they want, after all. Amazon, for shame, is quite adept it seems at providing it’s huge customer base with everything from second-hand books to salacious sex harnesses. You can even buy sex swings- I just checked.

Now, hopefully the product in question, which will be arriving soon (estimated two or three days after purchase; one-day if you want to succumb to the free-trial of Prime) won’t be in garish “this is a naughty thing!” packaging, and neither of my housemates will naively open it. They’ve lived with me for two years and should know better by now. So, given the corset itself is red obviously, we had to go black (wink wink nudge nudge) for the actual shaft bit, which is sold separately. Just FYI, as a way of psyching myself up to being Chief Thruster of the sexual operations, and to get a little bit more relaxed about the fact that I have a funny stick wobbling around at my crotch, I will be helicoptering in front of the mirror whilst I’m alone. . .

G.

Update: I am no longer with said boyfriend but my strap-on and I are as close as ever. I’ve found myself a new friendly sub that I’ll be trying this out on very soon (keep your eyes peeled for THAT post.)

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