One Week

A few weeks ago, my long-distance partner (who Rachel is based on) came to visit for a week. We had a fabulous time, and she enjoyed visiting Atlanta (and other places). Here are a few things we did:

  • Spanking — Oh, lordy, there was a lot of spanking. Some of it light, some of it moderate, some of it heavy. We switched a few times, but generally I was the top. I particularly enjoyed giving her a bedtime spanking.
    • Interestingly, there was actually less spanking than I thought there would be. Perhaps it’s because we met at a spanking party — and our second meeting was also at a spanking party — so everything there revolved around spanking (and sex). We definitely did some spanking every day, but it wasn’t like we were constantly spanking each other with no breaks.
  • Movie — One thing we did was watch the film How to Talk to Girls at Parties, based on the Neil Gaiman short story of the same name. I haven’t read the story in a long time but my memory didn’t line up with that super-weird movie. (Matt Lucas! With hair!) I do have the collection it’s in, so when I finish my current book I’m going to read the story again and see what might be different, but dang that was a strange film.
  • Tourism — We went into the city and did a few touristy things. Somehow we kept seeing spanking implements everywhere we looked.
(A “spatula” from the World of Coca-Cola. You can see the vaguely heart-shaped mark it left on her backside. It also kind of looks like a peach, which is apropos given that we were in Georgia [the Peach state, ostensibly]. Posted with permission.)
  • Munch — We went to one of the larger local munches, which blew her away in terms of size, since she’s from a mid-size city with a smaller kink population.
  • Nashville — We drove to Nashville for a night to visit their BDSM space, which was super cool. We played a couple of times and she came home with bruises.
    • Unlike the BDSM spaces I’ve been to in other cities, Nashville’s requires you to be sponsored by a member in good standing. Fortunately I have a friend in the Nashville scene who was willing to sponsor us to attend as guests. I think that’s a good way to minimize bad actors in public spaces, although there is something to be said for seeing a wide-eyed kink club virgin taking it all in with no real idea of what to expect. (My partner is not a kink club virgin, but I’ve seen plenty of them at Atlanta’s now-defunct dungeon.)
  • Play Party — We went to a local play party, tromped through a ton of mud, and co-topped two different people, much to both of their delight. If you ever get the chance to co-top with someone who is differently-handed than you (my partner is left-handed), I highly recommend it. It’s easier than co-topping someone who is same-handed (which is still fun).
  • Paddling — Just before we left for the airport, we did a very light roleplay scene (light on the roleplay, anyway) which led to her getting ten punishment paddle swats on the seat of her jeans. We checked, and I didn’t leave any new marks, but I could tell it hurt just from her reactions.

And then, of course, there was also this.

(The “Mistress” dildo from Vixen Creations, in purple. It is six inches long and 1.25 inches thick. It looks longer than six inches, doesn’t it? Certainly felt that way.)

It was on Thursday night, after we spent the day in the city, that we decided we would put pegging on the menu. It’s been a while for me (over three years; the last time was just before the pandemic started) and while I do enjoy butt play, it’s always interesting to me how I react to it.

She is a very conscientious butt player, which is to say, she warmed me up quite well beforehand. She has long fingers, and they were pretty intense all by themselves. It felt delightful at first, but the longer we went, the more uncomfortable it became. Which is weird because I always thought it was supposed to get better the longer it goes on. Maybe that’s just me? In any case, she gave me a short break, then warmed me up some more, and then, finally, it was time.

My favorite part of being pegged, to be honest, is feeling someone behind me. I truly understand why bottoms in general enjoy being fucked that way — whether they’re men, women, both, or neither. It gives you a wonderfully out-of-control feeling, like you’re just there to be used for the other person’s pleasure (or, again, maybe that’s just me, but that’s what I was feeling). She was definitely feeling pleasure as well.

As for me? Well, my problem with anal sex (from the receiving end) is well-documented — it feels good going in, and the stretching and fullness are amazing, but when the finger or toy (or cock, I suppose, although I haven’t actually had a real one in me) is on the way out, it feels like I should be in the bathroom. And the longer it goes on, the more intense the sensation gets. I didn’t actually have to go to the bathroom, and there was literally no mess because I did a good job with preparation (let me tell you, if you don’t have a bidet seat for your toilet, you need one pronto, especially if you’re into receiving butt stuff), but it still felt that way.

I tried to ignore it for as long as I could, focusing instead on how she was fucking me, but after about five minutes (I’m guessing) I reached my limit. I’d like to think that, if I was being fucked by someone with a penis, I could hold on until they came (I’m really curious as to what that feels like), but with a dildo it’s different. I don’t think it had anything to do with the size — I’ve had bigger/thicker strap-ons in my ass before. I think it was just my own personal mental roadblock relating to what butts are made to do.

Still, it was an amazing experience overall, and it was fun (and hot) to be the one getting fucked from behind for once.

Speaking of overall, I’d say we overall had a great time together. Long-distance partnerships are tough; you don’t see your partner nearly as often as you want to. We’re already making plans for our next visit, and we’ll be seeing each other at two upcoming spanking parties. I always said I’d never do long-distance again, but I think it’s different this time because we’re both comfortable and happy in our lives and not looking to turn each other into nesting partners. Our lives are entrenched in the cities where we live, and neither of us is planning to uproot our lives and move — especially given that each of us has other partners as well.

I’ll miss her, but I know we’ll see each other again soon enough.

Not sure if pegging will be on the menu, but if it is, I’m sure I’ll be up for it. I just hope my butt doesn’t say no.

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