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The truth is, I have no fucking idea. After you finish this article, read her counterpoint , which dives into the joys of sticking things up your butt. And you begin to consider it. You start by introducing it to whatever you think about when you're horny and alone. And inevitably, whether those fantasies are more vanilla than the sex very boring animals have or involve rocket launchers aimed directly at your ass, the mere thought of anal is enough to make you cum like you're about to die.
Now, take this wonderfully cathartic feeling, multiply it by a million and then turn it into a negative by attaching a big, bold minus sign — to the front of it. No one's ass is a Tardis. Your anal cavity is a finite space and you're introducing more matter into it. Capacity at the butt party will very soon be reached and, tired of being knocked on constantly, your backdoor will break. Almost irreparably. Which brings me to point number two hahaha. A quick internet search just confirmed that this is exactly how long a butthole needs to rediscover its previous state of firmness and that, therefore, this is exactly how long you need to wait between any anal get-together.
Nine days. Giving you this valuable piece of advice on how to have anal sex probably runs at cross-purposes to an article that is trying to dissuade you from doing just that, but my point is: The human body has a number of clearly defined entrances and exits. It can happen at any moment at any given time and long after the act. In her bikini. I know. Which, especially if you are one of those mutant bulimic types, might sound pretty cool. You are looking at about 25 ultimately unsuccessful visits to the bathroom per day, the only outcome of which will be the newfound sensation of your asshole contracting.
Which is pretty bleak. You are a woman and sex needs to be on your terms. You have to make them beg for it, bring them to the verge of crying for it and then, only give it up when you have something really important to ask for in return. Like a yacht holiday. All there is is intensive planning and foreplay made mechanical by the half-hearted boners and dried-up moisture that the prospect of imminent pain creates.
Oh, pardon me, did I forget to mention that? A LOT. Just think of it as a never-ending struggling-to-put-the-condom-on-properly situation. On your knees. You know how. Something about things being too tight. He still wanted to do it, though. If you are one however, how about offering some insight in the comments?