Bumplay
I was slow to discover anal play. Had ‘sort of’ experienced it, but for most of the women I was intimate with it was either a complete ‘no’, or a tentative yes, an occasional experiment, and I was never going to be the guy who forces the issue. It just wasn’t a big deal. As for me, I enjoyed the sensation of occasionally dipping the tip of my finger into my own sphincter, but never felt that I could go deeper, nor did I really feel the need.
A few years ago that all changed, quite dramatically. I fell in love with a woman who was passionate about anal play and her enthusiasm was both contagious and inspiring. Learning to better pleasure my lover was just the beginning. I wasn’t just penetrating, I was teasing, I was dancing with, I was worshipping that glorious ass.
The reward was far greater than expected. Not just the thrill of conquering another taboo, but the joy of unabashedly embracing and celebrating something profound. Importantly, it also brought a deepening of the bond between us. In short, I started to appreciate the many layers of anal play - sexual, sensual, emotional, psychological.
Obviously, I wasn’t going to let all this fun be one-directional. With the loving encouragement and mindful guidance from my lover, I started to practice receiving anal pleasure, too. Pretty quickly, it wasn’t just my sphincter that started to flex and expand. My mind did, too. It is hard to put into words the feeling of taking on centuries of social stigma and shuttering it into little pieces of insignificance. A current word that comes to mind is de-armouring. I felt as if each new anal play session was an act of revelation. Majority of men do not know the sensation of being penetrated, let alone the psychological and sexual magnitude of it. With the unusual, intense, exhilarating physical sensations came change; a shedding of assumptions and fears.
It wasn’t long before I started feeling that change outside play sessions. A new, subtle but clearly present sense of confidence was starting to appear, a kind of power. I appreciate that this will sound strange to some, or even far-fetched, but it is what I felt, what I still feel. A kind of awareness that I’m capable of something new and significant. An awareness also that many around me are not. Yet, this knowledge didn’t lead to some macho arrogance. It was exactly the opposite of toxic. It brought with it a sense of humility and non-judgmental caring. I felt my sense of masculinity grow more mature, somehow. It also made me feel that I was no longer anything-but-that type lover. I was now more complete, somehow. In other words, my masculinity was not diminished. Instead, my sense of self was empowered with a new, benevolent strength.
My lover and I have been celebrating our love with our bodies from the beginning, but this was taking that mutual joy to a whole new level.
