A fucked-up top can quickly become an out-of-control top, and a fucked-up bottom can be numb to feelings of discomfort that mean "slow down," "stop and add more lube," or "stop altogether." Despite the fact that millions of people safely engage in anal play, many people believe that anal play does irreparable harm to the anus—or the soul—and that sadly includes many doctors."There is a misconception that these activities can cause damage by stretching or tearing the tissue, when actually the anus is very elastic and much of the 'permission to enter' actually involves intentional relaxation of the muscles by the bottom" and not force applied by the top, Dr. (The top applies gentle pressure, the bottom breathes, relaxes, and opens up.) "If a person suffers from constipation, that should be addressed as its own problem and not blamed on any type of anal sexual activity," said Dr. "In addition: For obvious reasons, it's not fun to bottom if you're constipated, so it would be good to have this problem evaluated and treated by a nonjudgmental health-care provider who understands that anal penetration—by fist, penis, or dildo—does not cause constipation." Finally, FIST, your doctor was misinformed, which is not helpful.
It's advisable even—or at least I've advised monogamous couples who want to keep things hot to visit those kinds of spaces.
Go in for the erotic charge, soak it up, and plow that energy into each other. You might have to bat a few hands away, but once the other guys realize you two aren't there for anyone else, they'll turn their attentions to others who are.
Six months ago on my 18th birthday I was getting rammed from behind by my skinny college tutor, Andy (something I made him promise to do to me as I nibbled on his nerdy little ear and rubbed his hard-on through his jeans in the public library.) He blew his load and at the same time, I closed my eyes and came hard.
But instead of seeing his penis spilling thick juice into my pussy like I usually did, I saw Andy's dad.
It was early, the sun had just risen and I had tucked myself into my favorite hiding place among some bushes to rub one out half-way through my run.
A cliché couple consisting of a gray-haired man and a much younger woman who looked to be in her thirties were jogging and had stopped for a drink.
My boyfriend and I just got back from Berlin, and we had a great time—until the last night.
There was a dark room in the basement of this gay bar, and my boyfriend wanted to check it out and I did not.
While we have a good sex life, she often won't let me finger or lick her.