Last time, I wrote about how scary it was to approach penetr..
Added 2025-02-15 22:46:11 +0000 UTCLast time, I wrote about how scary it was to approach penetration as a (maybe? we're still in therapy) straight guy. That first step—the moment of relaxing, of allowing something in—was like stepping off a ledge. Not because it hurt (though it did stretch), but because of what it meant. About my body. About control. About the way we—especially men—are taught to think about pleasure.This time, I wanted to go deeper, both physically and mentally. No more just fingers or the occasional experiment in the shower. I got real toys. Not the terrifying ones people joke about, but ones made for actual human use. Silky, curved, weighted in ways I didn’t expect.The first few minutes? Still nerve-wracking. I’m still learning to let go.v Honestly, still hurt. Still learning that being opened isn’t about “giving up” anything, but about receiving something new. There was a moment, halfway through, when I felt something shift—not just inside, but in my head. A kind of quiet permission to feel good, even if it was unfamiliar.There’s a world here I don’t fully understand yet. And yeah, I still keep my voice down when I write this because my flatmate’s in the next room, and there’s something almost too raw about admitting it out loud. But I also don’t want to shut myself down anymore. In fact if you watch.... I tried to be heard and express myself.Maybe next time, I’ll find that prostate I keep hearing about. Maybe you can help. Maybe you can put you hand over my mouth---Length 8+ mins
