The Personal Intimacy of My Butt Plug

From the Very First Time to Now...

This post is about my intense love of wearing a butt plug in my rectum.

Of course, when I first started experimenting with anal sex (way before I was in a relationship), and a guy wanted me to take his cock up my ass, I was fascinated with the process of the entire thing, and it felt great, once I got over my initial reluctance to give over that much power and allow him to pump with his own energy until he ejaculated, and I could feel his quivering thighs against my butt, and feel his cock contracting as he ejaculated, and then the quick pull out, leaving my own cock throbbing, so that I had to finish myself off, because I rarely was able to come from being fucked.

And in private, I continued to use dildos when I needed a cock up my ass and I was in my permanent relationship with my husband and could not ask him—he's not anal.

So at first I bought only dildos that looked like real cocks. I wanted them big and long and with a base I could set on the toilet lid and back into and pump up and down with my cock clapping my stomach until I came. Glory be!

But I kept seeing these non-cock-shaped anal toys, the butt plug and wondered why people even bothered with them, because they were not even like a real cock. And I can remember reading on the side of the box that once you inserted the plug (which wouldn't come out due to its shape) you could go shopping, play tennis, or just enjoy it.

That was twenty-five years ago. So I bought one, got it home, and eased the plug into my rectum, and then I just stood up and was delighted to feel it hug my rectum from the inside and pull my anus shut, as the sphincter closed around the shaft. I wiggled my ass, felt all kinds of sensations that were very intimate and personal, and then with shaking hands and the pleasure of anticipation, rather than working myself into an ejaculation, I got dressed. I remember, even as I sat on the bed and leaned over to tie my shoes, how the plug made my anus twinge with cascades of pleasant feelings. And from that very first time, I didn't want to remove the plug until I had to.

It was so intimate and personal and pleasurable, and made me feel good on an entirely different level, way beyond what comes with having sex. It was private and delicious to feel the plug in my rectum, and just knowing it was there sometimes just made me close my eyes and sigh with pleasure.

I've watched many men insert plugs in their rectums and elicit similar sentiments about how good it made them feel.

I don't mean to always reflect my butt plugging in graphic, sexual detail, except that I know it's more enjoyable for readers, but since my very first time of slipping a butt plug in my rectum and throughout the years as my use of plugs have subsided and resurged, I find new intimacies each time I start using a plug again; and with the last six years when I've been plugged more often than not plugged, I can tell it's something that will always inspire me to live plugged as much as I can.