Pegging, fetishes and kitchen sink faucets (long)

Brad asked me “what do you want for your birthday?” and I said “a new kitchen sink faucet or a beach getaway”. I’ve never been one of those girls that are all “nothing, or whatever …I don’t care”. Nope. I know what I want and need and it’s like I told him before. “If we get to the point where I am not arguing with you or defending my opinion when I think you’re wrong then I’ve completely given up on this relationship.”

Same with gifts. If I don’t tell you what I want then I’ve given up all hope that you can follow simple directions and I’d rather not be disappointed. I’m a practical girl. I told him a month in advance so he can figure it out and start saving his pennies.

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I want to peg Brad soon. He brought it up jokingly recently. He had been talking about how great his bowel movement was that morning and how great he felt so when he brought up pegging later that day I reminded him about how empty he was and that I wasn’t gonna be pushing up against anything or pushing anything back in. Of course this is also why people do enemas before ass play. Makes for a cleaner and more comfortable experience.

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My client recently accused me of having a shit fetish. I laughed so hard. I absolutely do NOT have a shit fetish. I just happen to believe that paying attention to what comes out is equally important to what goes in and a very important barometer for overall health. But when I clean my equipment I wear scrubs and use a surgical mask and gloves and I’m not jumping for joy or anything. It’s work; strictly and exclusively and I don’t take it lightly.

I should use the same care sexually but I don’t for many reasons. The least of which is that outfitted like a surgical nurse isn’t sexual to me at all*. I do insist my men douche or clean themselves thoroughly prior to ass play and yes it can still get quite dirty, but it comes with the territory.

Would I exclude it if I could? Yes. Absolutely. You think I want shit in my bed? Lol. Just makes for more clean-up which is not what I need in my life. Which is also why I prefer to do ass play not in my own bed. Te he he.

Look…..I didn’t invent sex and I haven’t perfected it either. Nor am I doing anything millions before me haven’t done. It’s enjoyable. But to clarify….my ass play fetish is about it feeling good. It involves nerves and prostates and sexual pleasure. Shit just comes with the territory….kind of like life in general. Lol

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My shrink and my dad are both happy I’m with Brad. Sylvia because she thinks I’m more stable and at the very least not trolling for sex (my words). My dad because he thinks men provide financial stability and safety for women and he wants the girls and I to be “taken care of” (his words). This from the man going on wife number 4 mind you.

I find it funny how just two weeks ago on break-up number (way too many) I was fine thinking I’d never see him again. I was sad but I was fine. Life goes on. I was making other plans….and now I’m so happy with him. Even working on the bathroom sink for two hours yesterday was fun. Is it always going to be fun? No. Relationships are complex because people are complex, but for now this is good.

If we were to break up again so be it. I don’t think we will make it past once or twice more because the yo-yo thing is exhausting and I’d rather be miserable without him than trying to make something work that doesn’t want to work. I have finite energy for drama. But things are actually better than ever.

He listens to me. He follows my lead emotionally. He stops himself when I ask him to. This isn’t one sided though. I listen to him better too. I take the time to put down my guards and let him in and we get to this place where we are both happy. It’s easier than we both thought. I think we were both overthinking it too much before.

But… I’m also not at the point where I feel like I can’t live without him. Honestly though, I never want to get to that point. Because anything can happen and I have to be fine on my own. I want to be fine on my own. It means everything to me that I can be self-sufficient, even if I don’t have to be. Even if I don’t always want to be…but just to know I am ok alone is a necessary part of my own mental health.

So I’m so happy that the two people who truly only have my own happiness in mind; that have no pretenses or reason to sabbotage me, that only have genuine concern for my well being are happy to see me with Brad. It makes me happy…… it truly does. And as long as the boi keeps me happy and is a positive influence on my life and a good male role model for the girls I’m happy to have him around.

There are no absolutes in life. So I try not to take anything for granted but I also don’t let it get me down or weigh on me. I’m rising with the tide and sluffing off any dead weight. It’s my time to rise….. however that needs to happen and with whoever wants to be at my side; that encourages and helps me be the best me possible.

And yes….I know…..it’s not all about me….but then again…..isn’t it? Lol

It’s a beautiful day. I’m going outside.

Enjoy yourselves!! πŸ’‹πŸ’–πŸŒˆπŸ₯°πŸ™πŸ½πŸŒ·

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*If you have these fetishes great, I’m not judging. They just aren’t mine.

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

11 thoughts on “Pegging, fetishes and kitchen sink faucets (long)”

      1. I guess so. Yes. Lol

        But not everyone has the balls or desire, or stupidity (however you want to see it) to put it all out there for anyone to see. Sometimes I wonder why I even do it?

        The drive to write I’ve always had. I’m a tiny bit exhibitionist I do admit. But the emotional vulnerability of showing myself so much while cathartic is also scary sometimes. But it hadn’t stopped me yet. For whatever that’s worth. Cupcake time.

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      2. You bet. When I started writing erotic fiction (Porn), I realized I was putting my thoughts and my thoughts alone out there. I risked rejection and condemnation, but the thoughts in my head are just that, thoughts.

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