We were having a lovely cosy pre-sleep fuck one evening. It had been a busy day and we were both tired and we wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep in each other’s arms after a delicious orgasm or two.
He pushed me onto my back and was furiously finger fucking me. Two of his fingers curled inside my cunt, his thumb against my clit and the last two fingers just brushing against my arse cheeks just close enough to my arse for me to start tingling in excitement. The moment was perfect, I was on the edge of what felt like a mind blowing orgasm, my whole body tensing and relaxing as the orgasm built…and then…well then I farted! On. His. Hand!
We both leapt apart from each other, him giving me a surprised look, me giggling in a ridiculous embarrassed way muttering all the apologies i could through those fits of giggles. My face now flushed with embarrassment rather than excitement.
Once our laughing fits were over we were able to pick ourselves up and continue where we left off. I will admit the mind blowing orgasm that I was about to have first time round was a little more subdued. Probably because I was worried the same thing will happen again.
Why have I chosen to share this awful moment with you? Well once you’ve stopped either laughing or wrinkling your nose up in disgust I shall explain.
I think it’s important we talk about all aspects of sex. Sex is great but it doesn’t always look like it does in the movies does it? Bodies and sex can be pretty noisy and even gross at times. All that squelching, our stomachs making the weirdest gurgling or sloshing noises at the most awkward times. Although I think this particular instance trumps, excuse the pun, all of those put together, this isn’t a subject we should shy away from because sometimes shit happens, quite literally in some cases.
As sex positive as I try to be I shy away from certain acts that I love and admitting that makes me feel embarrassed, I’m a sex blogger and should be able to discuss all aspects of sex! But I have a fear of mess during anal, the thought makes me cringe and tense up. There I said it. It has been a long time, years rather than weeks or months since we last had anal, simply because my IBS can make things a little erratic and unpredictable and sadly anal can make the cramping worse too. It’s something I wish was discussed more often if I’m honest. I’d love to know if there are ways to make the experience easier but the advice out there is if you have IBS then don’t have anal and that just doesn’t work for me.
So not only do I have that worry in the back of my mind my partner once told me he felt something, not in a way to shame me but an off the cuff remark. Once again I was mortified. It was months after it happened and it didn’t bother him in the slightest but it made my fears worse, which is weird if you consider his reaction!
The thing is I’m a huge fan of anal sex, I love it. There is nothing like the feeling of a cock as it penetrates your arse. I often say how there is no submissive act, just ways to make acts submissive, yet here I break my own thought pattern. The feel of his cock as it enters my arse makes me feel incredibly submissive, looking deep into his eyes as he takes what he wants from me, making me feel like his dirty little slut.
It more often than not features in my fantasies, who am I kidding, it features in all of them and is mostly central to them. And if I’m having a long drawn out pleasurable wank, rather than just a quickie to get me off, I often insert a finger or two in my arse. As I said previously, it’s been years since I’ve had anal sex and words can’t describe how much I miss and crave it.
My fear is something I need to get over, how, I just don’t know. I have double penetration on my ‘fuckit’ list, so I need to not only get over my fear but find another guy that I trust and feel comfortable with too!
Sex can be surprising and if something like my farting episode happens again in the future could I just shrug it off. Probably not to be honest, I’m sure I would be just as mortified if it happened again and perhaps even more so! With my partner I am lucky we can just have a good giggle and then pick up again where we left off. Sex is supposed to be fun and it certainly gave us a good laugh even if I was totally mortified.