The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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Double Penetration Heaven

28 March 2022 /

Mid-week was all about the men punishing each other’s assholes, and as a result, Sara and I getting to fuck each other rather a lot. Don’t get me wrong, Sara and I both got enough cock (and never from our own husband), but the focus later in the week switched to being all about the women being serviced by both cocks simultaneously. Now, Sara had never had more than one cock inside her at the same time and I had only ever had one cunt-mouth spit-roast (and that was at university and nothing since). Here, we had two willing cocks, and a number of combinations to use on each of us.

Given Sara admitted to being a little scared, I offered to go first. My dream of ages was for a double penetration of cunt and ass, so started there, with my husband in my ass (and fondling my tits from behind) and Sara’s in my cunt (kissing me and pulling apart my ass cheeks from the front).

I had dreamed about this even longer than I dreamed about my husband’s asshole being filled by a real cock, and imminently, little old me was about to be double skewered by two thrusting gods with cocks harder and larger than I dare imagine.

Sara’s job was fluffer, preparing the two cocks with her mouth and then lubing my husband’s cock up in preparation for my ass, whilst lubing my asshole and occasionally kissing me.

She was all done, and my husband sat back on the chaise, his cock aiming straight up, and his hands poised to hold on to my tits. Sara’s husband guided me backwards, holding my cheeks apart as I lowered onto my husband’s cock, him teasing my asshole until it swallowed his glans, and then I used gravity to slide down fully on to it. Sara guided her husband’s cock to the entrance of my cunt, as my husband grabbed onto my tits to hold me in place. Then, her husband pushed on in, still pulling my ass cheeks apart sometimes so hard that it hurt.

Wow, I was so full. Two living throbbing cylinders invading my front and back entrances. I was in heaven, just feeling the pulses of these two cum spewers, and this was before they started their motion.

They started on opposing motion (talking all the time to synchronise their motion), so as my husband drove in, Sara’s husband pulled out. It was a bit of a head fuck, as it felt like the throbbing cylinder was passing through my insides as it transferred.

I quite enjoyed it, but it was eclipsed by the feelings of them both withdrawing and both re-entering at the same time. I had that magical “very full” to “very empty” feeling which I absolutely loved. I think the men realised that was the one, because they stuck with it as they increased the pace. As they were thrusting in, it felt like they were ripping me apart with every drive, and I didn’t care if they were: it felt fucking amazing.

I was completely engulfed in the feelings, in the motion, in the arousal, and I didn’t realise that neither cock was anywhere near cumming. The men were focussing so hard on keeping in time, to really ensure I was experiencing the emptiness to the max, that they were delaying their orgasms because of their concentration. The result was that my cunt and asshole were fucked almost to the point that they were sore. In the process, they made me cum a few times (four Sara told me) before they came, and in an amazing piece of self-control, they managed to synchronise their cocks growing and their cumming, so both holes were being sprayed with cum at the same time.

Amazing and exhausting, and when they had finished, Sara sucked their cocks clean, and then they both sucked on her cunt and tits to give her some orgasms. All this time, I was left with empty holes in a happy daze, just pleased to achieve my DP goal, and so early in proceedings.

And later that day, when the men had recovered, it was Sara’s turn to have her first DP. She chose an ass-mouth spit roast, with the added bonus of me firmly holding a wand on her clit throughout the entire thing. She didn’t want this to be a blow job, this was to be a fairly brutal face fuck where the man was in charge, not her. I’ve never done that before, but it is what Sara wanted, and so the men provided. She knew her husband could provide the degrading face fuck, so my husband got to plough into her asshole (his favourite anyway).

So, fluffer Mira prepared Sara’s asshole and the two cocks and she got on all fours ready to go. I held her ass cheeks apart whilst my husband pushed his cock into her asshole, a place it was well used to being by now. Once he was in, I let go of her cheeks and got the wand to apply to her clit. Her husband was on his knees in front of her with his hardening cock right by her face. She sucked it into her mouth, and he put his hands either side of her face to hold, whilst I applied the wand to her clit.

The two men started their motions again with the alternating movements, and even though her head was being held in place as he fucked her mouth, her body had a graceful movement about how it rode the driving patterns. As they did with me, they stopped and began driving in and out in time with each other, but unlike me, it was clear from her movements that Sara preferred the alternate pattern, so they soon switched back and got her body moving in time with them again. Her bodily swaying was exacerbated by her getting near to cum by the wand, and her body’s attempts to escape were thwarted by my husband holding her hips increasingly tightly. With two vice like grips from the men and unrelenting pressure on her clit from me, she had nowhere to go. With my husband slamming at full speed into her asshole (using his grip of her hips to power his drive) and with her own husband’s relentless powering into her mouth (in an uncompromising way), a flood of clit orgasms from the wand washing over her was really blowing her mind.

And what she failed to work out was that as she was second, the men would have much more stamina and would be able to keep this up probably far longer than she could cope with. As the orgasms crashed over her, her limbs gave way, but the vice like grip of the men held her in place for them to carry on. She was far from done. I only hoped she could take it.

After a substantial period of time, Sara looked totally wrecked, but her body was still being used by our two husbands, who were fucking Sara exactly how she wanted. With a simultaneous relentless ass fuck and a brutal face fuck, they were fucking her far longer than she expected, so her body had given up. Just for a moment whilst I was punishing her clit for existing with yet another building orgasm, I smiled at this totally used up slut before me, in comparison with the perfect professional I first knew her as. I was awoken from my daydream not by her cumming again (which she did), but by her husband admitting he was having trouble not cumming. Cue my husband both trying to talk him into delaying cumming, whilst taking the brakes off himself and allowing his orgasm to build.

Her resistance to cumming herself had all gone, so I had a chance to make her cum at the same time, probably finishing my husband off. So, with determination, I focussed again on her body’s little movements to gauge how near she was, and as the men shouted how close they were, I forced the wand hard on to her clit and got her cumming, the squeezing of her asshole caused my husband to lose it and as he yelled, her own husband just let go.

There were two cocks pumping cum into her and a very wet sheet under her from where she came a lot. And then it was all over, their cocks shrinking out of her, and them putting her down in a heap, her very sore enlarged and throbbing clit still showing.

She seemed to be in a daze like I was, like all the orgasms and sensations overwhelmed her. I was determined to try that combination myself, as although the face fuck seemed unpleasant, she later said it was all part of the experience and she encouraged me to try it. But obviously not today, as the men were all out of cum.

The difference between the two DPs was clear. Mine wasn’t degrading like hers was, even though the emotions from both were overwhelming, the longevity was past what our bodies could really take, and we were both sore and aching from the experience. As I lay in bed later that night, I realised I needed to be degraded like she was, just to know what it was like, and I knew the opportunity was just around the corner. I could hardly wait.

A Real Cock And My Husband’s Asshole

23 February 2022 /

There was much anal penetration over the following few days, with my husband introducing Sara to his hard up against the wall anal fuck on the second evening, and her wanting a repeat on the third. Her husband learned from the demonstrations, and he practised on me, something I was very happy with, although it was a bit of a head fuck to have my husband giving him angle tips and advice on how to make the position the most eye-watering and overwhelming that it can be. The pre-breakfast fuck was always vaginal and never with our own husband, including out on the patio one sunny morning when they knew their neighbours were out and my favourite kitchen tits dunking in a sink full of water fuck.

But there was one asshole in particular I was desperate to get filled with a real cock, and that was my husband’s. I had explained to Sara why I was so desperate for my husband to feel a real cock, and it put the idea in her head for her husband too. Like us, Sara regularly pegs her husband, so he is used to having substantial things in his asshole, but as she well knows, a real cock is so different that they really needed to feel for themselves.

It was the fourth night, and Sara and I decided that was the night for their respective ass deflowerings: the first time each of them would have a real hard cock up their ass. I know my husband is pan, and Sara (for whatever reason) was of the opinion that her husband would be amenable to man-on-man penetration.

However, we decide to get them all excited and hard by acting all dom, dressing the part, and then ordering them to butt fuck each other. By lovely coincidence, we both had underbust corsets, mine in a glorious purple, Sara’s in black studded with black sequins. We both had black stockings and suspenders and Sara produced a couple of military style commanders’ flat caps: perfect to finish off the outfit.

We knew the men were a bit excited by our outfits; the amount their cocks sprung up from flaccid showed us that. We told them what was about to happen to them, and they were drooling so much at our outfits and tits, cunts, and asses that they didn’t object. They lapped it up as we told them we’d warm them up by giving them a visual feast of Sara and me using strap-ons on each other’s asses, and we probably went on slightly too long fucking each other.

Sara put me into the diaper position, with my legs up her front and spread apart so that her tits were visible between my legs. Her feet were on the floor, allowing her to get good drive and her hands were on my hips, ensuring I didn’t travel up the chaise and felt the full force of each thrust. But what was most sexy and emotional was that we could look into each other’s eyes whilst she was fucking me. We totally forgot the men were in the room, as Sara rhythmically drove her strap-on dildo into my asshole, all the while focussing on each other’s eyes and tits. Strapped on to the top of the strap-on was a rabbit that connected with my clit on each thrust (Sara making sure my clit was uncovered before we started). Repeated rubbing of the rabbit on my clit made me cum multiple times, all the while Sara was keeping up the rhythm in my asshole and looking lovingly into my eyes.

When Sara had tired herself out (which took quite some time), it was my turn to fuck her asshole. I can’t sustain the position she did, so I had her face down, holding a bullet vibe against her clit. I held her ass cheeks open whilst I inserted the tip of the strap-on and then pushed in, culminating in me laying down on her back, arms and legs outside hers and head to one side of hers. All the time I was thrusting into her, I was cocooning her and whispering filth that the men couldn’t hear. It is a very intimate position, and Sara did get quite overwhelmed with the emotions of the thrusting, the cocooning, and the filthy talk. As usual with a strap-on, I had rolling orgasms from the dildo rubbing on my exposed clit, and Sara had a number from the vibe and the fucking motions. All-in-all, we were deliriously happy.

But we forgot what we were there for: to warm up the men. They did get a great view of us butt fucking each other though, and as such, they were both fairly hard, but Sara’s husband’s cock was harder than my husband’s, so Sara unilaterally decided that he should fuck my husband’s asshole first. Sara lubed up my husband’s asshole, whilst I lubed up her husband’s cock, and then I brought the tip of his cock to nudge against my husband’s asshole, which Sara was pulling open by pulling on his cheeks with her hands. I grabbed her husband’s balls and massaged them in my hand, as Sara encouraged him to push in with some incredibly filthy words.

And slowly, he did nudge his way in. He had virtually no resistance from my husband’s asshole, which as you know is well used to taking large dildos. But a real cock feels different, and you could tell from my husband’s face just how much he loved it.

As Sara’s husband’s cock got a little deeper, Sara and I both let go and stepped back to get a good vantage point for this man-on-man ass deflowering.

They were really getting into it, as my husband was moaning loudly (although he does with a strap-on too), and her husband was getting faster and faster with big strokes and simultaneously yelling that my husband’s asshole was going to wish it hadn’t got up this morning. That sort of language really gets my husband going, and his asshole took every one of the long pounding drives that Sara’s husband was dishing out.

And as time went on, the penetrating cock got larger and larger, until in a frenzy of thrusts, he suddenly stopped moving and his ass muscles demonstrated he was filling my husband’s ass with cum. My husband was ecstatic, as was I. Finally, we achieved my ambition of getting a real cock to cum in his asshole, and what a glorious fuck it was too.

As Sara’s husband’s cock slipped out of my husband’s asshole, my husband was talking up what he was going to do to her husband’s asshole as soon as he had recovered. While we waited, her husband persuaded us to do another round of warm-up with Sara and I using strap-ons on each other again. I didn’t take much persuading, and I could see my husband’s cock getting harder as Sara’s strap-on was slamming into my asshole.

And soon it was her husband’s turn to be knelt over the chaise, with me lubing up his asshole and Sara lubing up my husband’s cock. My husband loves a good asshole, and he tormented her husband with a very long, very slow fuck, with his cock getting very hard and really testing the internal diameter of his asshole.

But her husband didn’t shy away from the challenge, and in fact, his language only served to intensify the ass fuck. Saying things like how his asshole deserved a dirty little cock filling it only increases my husband’s size and resolve to hang on as long as possible. Particularly effective on my husband’s cock was her husband saying how hard his cock would be and how long he’d fuck my husband’s asshole next time. He said he was too excited this time, but he’d punish my husband’s asshole from the inside next time and for way longer than before. I could see my husband’s cock was rock solid and nowhere near cumming, which meant that his torture of her husband’s asshole was long and unrelenting. But eventually, he could hold on no more, and he pumped a whole load of cum into the other man’s asshole.

Today was the day where both men had their first all-male ass fucks, both giving and receiving, and it was a glory to watch. I think they were both amazed how different a real cock was from a strap-on. The real cock was a tantalising mix of softness and hardness of the cock, smaller but with growing and cum depositing. The strap-on is almost brutal in comparison, what with unforgiving materials and larger sizes. They both admitted they love both and will want both going forward.

Indeed, as I expected, over the next few days, the two men ass fucked on a number of occasions, including once each in my husband’s against the wall hard anal fuck position: he got to see just how amazing that position is on the receiving end for himself. As they got better and curbing their excitement, their cocks got harder and maintained it for longer, giving them a glimpse of the amazing anal fucks us girls get every time. Even after we left, I knew they’d ass fuck again and again. Real cock in your asshole is addictive (I should know), and they’d got the bug. Nothing was going to stop either of them feeling it again.

Fresh Meat (Part Four)

21 October 2021 /

It was well over a week before Victoria saw them again. She was denied cock last time they were here; she was even denied cumming; she wasn’t going to be denied this time. She was desperate for cock, even to the point that she considered going out to get some cock from elsewhere. But she waited and was about ready to explode.

They had been in the building for about 4 hours and had not even acknowledged her (although they had no particular need to interact with her in a work context). Home time came and went, the co-owners were still working, and Vicki was still waiting, and getting hotter under the collar. It was nearing an hour after home time and still nothing, so Vicki decided to take things into her own hands. She was going to get her doses of cock, no matter what.

Mustering up all the bravado she could, she opened the door to their office and walked in. They were standing by a whiteboard scribbling notes when Vicki walked up to them. They weren’t distracted from their scribblings until Vicki got close and just started rubbing their cocks through their trousers. That made them notice her. Still, nobody had said a word, but their cocks were both getting very hard quickly under Vicki’s ministering. The light haired one, the tits man, pulled at the shoulder straps of her dress, whilst the dark haired one moved round behind her (making her adjust her hand position to keep rubbing his cock), undid her bra and the light haired one removed it and dropped it to the floor, before grabbing onto her tits, kneading, and squeezing them roughly. She loved it.

She saw some eye movements, presumably aimed at the dark haired one behind her, and then the light haired one grabbed her tits and started pulling her in the direction of the desk. The three of them moved together, Vicki’s tits being twisted, but she still maintained contact with their covered cocks, which were still continuing to grow.

As the light haired one’s ass touched the desk, Vicki let go of both cocks and undid the trousers in front of her (no underwear present), dropping them to the floor, before clambering onto the light haired one’s lap and lowering her cunt onto his hard cock, the tip of which was already beaded in pre-cum. He took his shirt off as she started riding, and then pulled down towards him, her tits pressing into his chest. Whilst she was riding, she felt her ass cheeks get pulled apart and something cold and sticky strike her ass pucker, followed by the sticky substance being worked into her pucker. She was being anally lubed, and after repeated applications, the light haired one stopped his movements, and she felt the dark haired one’s glans press against her pucker. This wasn’t her first anal, but it was the first time she was filled front and back at the same time. The light haired one’s cock was so hard and filling. The dark haired one was still fairly small loading his cock into her ass, but once he was inside her ass, he began growing very quickly as he moved in and out. She was about to tell him to stop his movements to give her ass a chance when he did so anyway, the light haired one in her cunt recommencing fucking movements. They carried on alternately fucking her, whilst the other was still buried in her, until her body started betraying the fact that she was near to cumming.

Then, they rather blew her mind by both doing fucking movements at the same time, perfectly in rhythm, as one left, the other entered, meaning she had this feeling of being filled alternately. It felt very good, and they were able to carry it on for quite a while, but she was getting no closer to cumming, and they knew it. It was the perfect activity to edge her, frustrating her as well as being amazing. When they felt like they were coming close to cumming, and she was on the right on the edge, they both stopped with their cocks fully inside her.

Then, again in perfect rhythm, they began driving into her in unison, cunt, and asshole both being filled or both being very empty. The halt had let her orgasm slide further away again, but now they’d got her building towards orgasm again, and she heard them talking to each other, seemingly trying to synchronise their respective orgasms, and seemingly trying to hold off as long as possible to wait for her orgasm. But she knew she would cum the hardest if she fought it, and she suspects they realised it when she started biting her lip.

She thought she had it under control, until the light haired one started pulling at her nipples again (without her tits leaving his chest), tweaking and rolling them in his fingers. She was fighting it as hard as she could. She didn’t want it to be over. But they knew they had her where they wanted her, and they knew the harder she fought it, the harder she’d cum when the inevitable happened, and they knew the harder she squeezed their cocks as she came, the better the chance they’d cum at the same time. They were improving their situation as well, as their cocks were now huge, and so intensely tight in her holes, making it inevitable she will squeeze their cocks when she cums.

Their focus was absolute. A laser-like focus on making this slut cum. Vicki however was starting to lose focus, starting to get a little delirious. The sensations across multiple parts of her body were overwhelming her. Her determination to fight the orgasm to the last meant that the world outside their threesome had disappeared; she could have had the whole of the office watching and she would have had no idea.

Their rhythm was relentless, both driving in together and both pulling out together. Very very full to very very empty in seconds, over and over again.

And then, in an instant, the fight was over. She had started to cum, squeezing down on their cocks and making them start to spew cum into her. She felt the dark haired ones hand come from behind to roughly assault her clit, whilst the light haired ones hands did the same to her nipples. It was probably the longest orgasm she’d ever had, and they really stretched in out, totally exhausting her. They stayed buried deep in her for about a minute, as the last spurts of cum flowed into her, before simultaneously withdrawing from her body. She felt very satisfied, yet very empty.

They each presented their cocks to her mouth for clean up, and then went back to work. Still a word had not been spoken between them. She knew the drill: adjust her clothes and leave. She didn’t mind as much as she used to, because she knew there would be more encounters. Back to her desk, put on the cum-covered panties, rub them into her cunt, then go home.

She fucked them over and over during the two years she worked there. She loved it. She never did find out who put the cum into her panties. But whoever it was never missed an opportunity; whenever she left her panties on her desk, they were always coated in cum on her return, and she always rubbed it into her cunt. Shame to waste it.

I Think It Was Scaring Laura

21 September 2021 /

It was the morning after the epic sofa fuck, and Laura had slept late. We were up early pressing on with our packing to move, but we made time for something once she awoke.

Laura had been talking with bravado about getting one of my husband’s “against the wall merciless ass fucks” for months on Zoom, but now the moment was upon her, she was a little scared. She realised that her asshole needed to cash the cheque her mouth had written, and she knew Vicki and I both regularly got ass fucked this way with no ill effects, yet she knew the size his hard cock was from him filling her cunt the previous day, and she knew she’d never had anything that big penetrating her asshole, let alone vigorously fucking it.

Laura knew that my husband would fuck her asshole however she wished, but she was torn. She wanted the whole hard driving ass fuck, and yet she was concerned her asshole wasn’t ready for him. But determined to have the ass fuck, it was up to me and Vicki to get her asshole ready.

Now Laura was no novice in having cocks in her ass. It was one of her former husband’s favourite things to do, and over time, Laura had come to love it. But his cock was nowhere near the hardness of my husband’s, and a good degree smaller.

So, we had her naked leaning against the wall, her feet a little away from the wall and well apart, allowing us perfect access to her ass. Vicki held Laura’s cheeks apart, as I began to apply the lube, loading her asshole from lube syringes and then working fingers into her asshole, just a single one first, before moving up to two and then three. My finger fucking of her asshole got more vigorous the more lube I applied, and her asshole was clearly relaxing to the intrusion.

I loaded her ass with a final couple of syringes of lube, and she was as ready as I could get her. My husband had been sitting on the sofa playing with his cock whilst watching the preparations, and given how large his cock was, he really wasn’t helping her.

Yet it was hard to feel sorry for her. I know how marvellous this particular fuck is, and I was a tad jealous she was going to feel it for the first time.

She stood on the step that adjusted her to the perfect height, and I pushed her lower half against the wall, making her ready for the intrusion. My husband snuggled behind her, his cock nudging at her ass crack, whispering in her ear. She virtually begged him to punish her asshole, to nail her ass with his full, hard driving, rock hard ass fuck, but he assured her that he would be gentle, that he would listen to her body and that he would take his time, but that he had every intention of properly nailing her asshole, if she could take it.

She reached her hands down and spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her ass pucker to us. It looked so good, I really wanted to kneel down behind her and start working it with my tongue. But that would have to wait, as I did not want to delay her fulfilling her dream.

He put his hand down to his cock and rubbed his glans up and down her spreadeagled ass crack, stopping occasionally to rub against her pucker, gently pressing at it. Each time he pressed, her pucker gave a little, and he was whispering encouragement to relax her pucker and to suck his cock in.

I love the fact that at a certain point, a willing asshole seems to suck the head of the cock in, and after quite a lot of working, he felt her asshole suck in his glans. He let go of his cock, using his arms to brace himself against the wall, and he began rocking in small movements gently nudging the head of his cock deeper into her asshole, punctuated by Vicki adding further syringes of lube in alongside his cock.

After a sustained dose of these nudging movements, Laura drew breath in a way that sounded a little painful. My husband stopped and encouraged her to relax her asshole and get used to his size and intrusion, and to let him know when she was ready for him to carry on. Even as much as we take his cock in our assholes, Vicki and I quite often have to do this, as ass fucking gets him extra hard and extra big.

After a good while, she felt comfortable enough for him to carry on, and he began those small nudging motions again, each time her asshole taking a little more of his cock, until finally, with another gasp, he told her he was fully in, and stopped behind her, cuddling her, to give her asshole another chance to adjust to his size. I stroked her hair, whilst Vicki told her how well she was doing, and how close she was to getting that full power ass fuck. She was lying of course, because she was only being encouraging, but Vicki knew the slow build up in speed that would need to take place before they got to that full power ass fuck.

Once Laura said she was relaxed, and indeed, my husband could feel it by the way her ring felt round his cock, he began moving again, this time, slow but longer strokes, giving her that feeling of her asshole going from full to empty and back to full again every few seconds. He was slowly extending the length of the strokes until he ended up pulling the full length of his cock out of her asshole, then putting it back in again in a nice slow rhythm, his balls swinging and hitting her ass cheeks with every stroke.

There was only one thing left to do, and that was for him to accelerate the pace, but I (and Vicki) knew that with that increase in tempo came an increase in the size and hardness of his cock, and so, he had to be sure she was comfortable.

As he kept the rhythm going, she was making contented noises in time with his strokes, and so he decided that it was time. He slowly started to increase the tempo, making her cries get louder. About halfway through the acceleration, she cried out that he was getting bigger, and I encouraged her to just relax her asshole one more time. As he got up to full pounding speed, the unforgiving wall meaning her asshole felt every millimetre of his drive, her cries seemed right on the edge between pleasure and pain. I think she realised this, as she gaspedly yelled for him to not stop. That was all he needed, and he really got into a fast rhythm, meaning that her clit was being driven into the wall with each stroke, and the twisting of being mashed against the wall, combined with rubbing it on the rough surface, meant her cunt got in on the action, as she felt it building for a massive orgasm.

My husband didn’t slow down as she got even louder, and shortly after she clearly came, he drove hard in, stopped, and I saw the tell-tale muscle clenching of his ass that denoted she now had an asshole full of cum. Her legs had given way from the power of the orgasm too, so she was almost being held up by his cock pinning her to the wall.

It did scare her, but not anymore. Now she craved it, more than any other sex act we did.

Sexual Distractions, Orgasms, Pain and Distress

8 August 2020 /

What happened to me over the winter has led me to realise what powerful tools we have in sexual activity, distraction techniques, orgasms, and even carefully selected pain in dealing with the things that ail me.

The clues have been there for some time. I’ve mentioned before how much my mental health suffers if I don’t have enough sex, so sex and orgasms certainly improve my mental wellbeing.

I think it is well known that having orgasms during your period can often help to significantly reduce period pain and can shorten your period. It certainly did both with me, to such an extent that I had to have orgasms many times a day whilst I was bleeding purely for pain management.

I’ve also never understood why women say they have a headache as an excuse to get out of sex. I’ve always found that sex and orgasms normally take the edge off my headache, even if it is the type of headache that hasn’t responded to medication.

Throughout our relationship, my husband and I have deployed sexual activity to manage my anxiety (which only flares up occasionally now but used to be really bad). My childhood meant that I was always anxious, especially about friendships and sexual relationships. That was particularly acute in the early days of my relationship with my now-husband, and I mentioned it one day when he was at work. He suggested I put my comfortable (yet sizable) butt plug in, sat in my really soft teddy bear dressing gown, and imagined he was wrapped around me hugging me with his cock in my ass.

When he got in, I was somewhat less anxious, but he thought he could do better. He sat naked on the settee, with me getting his cock hard with my hands, whilst he removed the butt plug and lubed up my asshole again. Then, I lowered myself onto his cock, him guiding it into my awaiting asshole. I realised that I had the butt plug in my asshole for the longest I ever had, so when he removed it, my asshole was gaping a little. It made his cock entering me rather easy.

He wrapped his arms round me, grabbing a good handful of tit in each hand, thereby completing the cocooned feeling. I was in bliss, and what was left on my anxiety fell away.

He roughly kneaded, groped, and squeezed my tits, which he knows I love, and when I felt his cock lose just a little of its structural integrity, he started to rock a little, just to bring his cock back to complete hardness.

Once his rocking was no longer enough, I started to ride him. I was in Anal Reverse Cowgirl, so I was in charge of how deep he got, and after me riding him got his cock growing again, he got very deep. He was still holding on to my tits and my movements were making them twist and drag which only heightened my excitement, and his growing just before he came was the last straw and I had a very rare orgasm with no cunt contact.

Since then, wearing the butt plug when I’m a little anxious invokes those and other good memories and therefore calms me down. I guess it works the same way as a comfort blanket, something familiar that you can feel the physical sensation on your body, with a link to good memories and feelings.

I’ve also found that a butt plug helps to reduce stress by distracting you with its physical presence (because you can always feel it in). For example, good feelings interrupt the build-up of anger and frustration, thereby keeping me calm.

But the biggest evidence to support this has been recently in the early stages of coming off gluten. I had tremendous pain deep inside the bones of my shoulders and the painkillers I had didn’t touch it. It turns out that my bone pain was due to my lack of nutrient absorption when I was glutened, so when I started taking supplements, the bones hurt from suddenly absorbing a glut of nutrients. My husband tried massage on me, but as it wasn’t tissue pain that had little effect. So, he suggested he try to distract me with some sex and some orgasms.

His cock filled my cunt for a while, and that brought a smile to my face, yet it wasn’t enough. So, after he’d cum, he got my wand, set it to maximum power, revealed my clit from inside its protective cocoon and applied the wand to it. My body instinctively tried to twist away from the wand, yet he managed to hold me in place and brought me to a hard orgasm. The relief from pain was fabulous, but after a few minutes, the pain started to come back. I told him I wanted another orgasm but was much more wriggly than last time.

He stopped after a bit of wriggling and loaded me into Victoria’s under bed restraints. I had never used them before (although he had used them with Vicki, as she loves them). I had always been very wary of restraints, but I agreed this time because I needed the orgasms, and I knew as my clit got more tender, I would wriggle harder to get away, even though my brain desperately wanted the orgasms.

My legs were wide apart and my arms slightly so, cuffed to the headboard. He turned the wand on and quite firmly applied it to my clit. My body tried to twist away, but it couldn’t get away and my poor clit was now solely dependent on his mercy for some relief, and that mercy wasn’t forthcoming. Over the course of the evening, I had orgasm after orgasm, each one giving my pain a little relief. My clit was the most swollen and engorged that I’ve ever seen it, yet the distraction and orgasms did their job, and for a few hours, my deep pain was significantly reduced. And I have to admit that I enjoyed not being able to escape the wand.

But there comes a point where a girl can’t orgasm again for a while. I was still in pain, so he thought of another distraction technique, and that was a good hard sustained spanking. My brain seems to only be able to focus on one source of pain at a time, so his theory was that if he spanked or paddled my ass enough, my brain will switch from deep bone pain to my spanked ass pain.

I was desperate for pain relief that worked, so I gave it a go. As he started spanking me, I felt the sensations of flesh meeting flesh, but any pain was drowned out. He quickly moved on to the soft side of the paddle and then the hard side, focussing on his favourite up and under stroke. He thought that focussing on one spot would maximise the pain I felt, and it was the pain that was important.

After a few dozen strokes with the hard side, I realised that my ass was feeling rather painful, but at the same time, the bone pain had really subsided. The tactic was clearly working, and I find the pain of a well spanked ass very pleasurable. He carried on paddling my ass, and it really fucking hurt, but my shoulders didn’t, and it allowed me to get to sleep, enjoying the throbbing in my ass rather than in my shoulders.

He repeated things the following day with similar success, and the day after, the shoulder pain was subsiding, so these techniques weren’t necessary. These techniques definitely work for me though and will be deployed again in the future. Sex isn’t just for fun and babies.

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