Butts aren't scary

Ah, fingers: the best sex toy ever.

I love fingers. I like fingers that tweak and stroke my nipples, fingers that slide inside me or massage my clit, fingers that pound my pussy or delicately tease my ass. I like to hold a hand and run one fingertip lightly over my lips before taking it into my mouth and sucking it. I like the taste of fingers.

I like slipping my fingers into a man's ass to press against his prostate. I like curling them around a cock, or brushing them back and forth over nipples, or wrapping them around the back of someone's head to pull them into me. I like sliding them into hair and tugging firmly.

The nicest thing about men my age is that they are less scared of ass play. Most of my lovers freely admit that they enjoy it. This makes me happy, since I love to add that particular spice to sex.

Unfortunately some women don't share this interest, and some asses get neglected. This is sad. As a friend of mine recently complained "I hate it when she plays with my balls and ignores my ass!" I offered some suggestions - finger cots or gloves, a toy, whatever - but knowing the woman in question I suspect she just thinks it's icky. His hygiene is decent from what I've seen, but it's been ten years since I saw his asshole - perhaps he needs a Wet One. :)

Butts are not scary, ladies. Jeez.

In an encounter a while back, I arrived at a friend's doorstep with a vibrating plug and a grin. His eyes went wide and limpid as I flung the door wide and brandished my prize.

I advanced toward him, backing him toward the couch until he sat with a thump. Get naked! I chirped, it's time for the fucking!

I yanked my shirt off over my head and fished a pillow of lube out of my bag at the same time. He was busily stripping, his eyes fixed on the plug. It was fairly small, purple, and sparkly.

I dropped my skirt to my feet and stood naked, kicking my shoes off into the dining room, still grinning. He was also grinning, but where my smirk was gleeful his was nervous.

I set the plug on the coffee table and pulled a rubber glove on. I arranged him like a rag doll, and he was happy to let me - pillow under his hips, one leg along the top of the futon, the other on the floor. He silently relaxed under my hands, cock twitching.

I poured lube onto my glove. (I use gloves because they keep my fingernails from harming tender buttmeats; plus hey, easier cleanup.) I drizzled a little down his ass-crack and started to work it in with my fingers, slowly, massaging his asshole in firm circular motions. He began to squirm and breathe heavily; his cock started to leak. Excellent.

I began to dip my fingers into him, just a little further each time, vibrating my fingers against the pressure of the muscles. He went silent, but his cock leaked more and twitched violently. I leaned up and bit his nipples as my fingertips found his prostate. He bucked, his thighs trembling.

I licked the underside of his cock in long wet swipes as I stroked his prostate. His hips made wild jerking motions and his ass started to tighten around me. I spread the two fingers in his ass, widening him, and he shivered, tensing.

I took my fingers out and picked up the plug, smearing lube all over it. I pressed it against his asshole, watching it disappear slowly into him, accompanied by soft groans and cries as I pressed the thumb of my free hand against the head of his cock, slicking him with pre-come.

I settled the plug into him to the base, then turned it on. Ah! Ah! Aaah! Eeeh! Fuck! he began to whimper quietly. I stripped my glove off and quickly rolled a condom onto him, then rearranged him so that he was sitting on the futon with his legs apart.

I straddled him, facing away, and impaled myself on him quickly, knowing he wasn't going to last long. I could feel the vibrations, very faintly, in his cock. He grabbed my hips desperately and I leaned forward, grinding myself onto him. I reached down with one hand, found the base of the plug, and began to press - and release. Press - and release. Keeping rhythm with each slow hard circulation of my pussy on his cock.

Soon he was bucking again, and I brought my other hand to my clit to keep up. I pressed hard against the base of the plug, feeling the buzz, and pushed it hard. PRESSPRESSPRESSPRESS and that was all it took, his hips lifting off the futon, hearing him squeak and feeling him swelling inside me as he came - tipped me over the edge, of course, and I came too, flooding the couch and nearly falling face-first onto the floor. He almost shot the plug across the room with his muscle contractions.

I slid off him happily, and he collapsed sideways onto the couch, cock deflating. I sat on the floor beside him and beamed at him.

Ungh, he muttered.

I snickered. High praise indeed.

His eyes closed and he was immediately asleep. I cleaned up, took my toys and tiptoed out, satisfied... for the moment.