My early experience was a rape by instrumentation moment.
Beer bottle.
I’m so lucky it didn’t break.
Filed charges, got laughed out of the police station.
Fast forward 20odd years.
I’m dating a wonderful guy, 16 years my senior.
He asks, conversationally, in a string of flirting emails if I’ve ever done anal.
Not willingly, I reply.
He immediately apologizes, and says he doesn’t want to bring up bad memories. But does throw the “I’d be slow and gentle line.”
This gives me time to intellectualize the idea. Something that works in his favor.
Six months later, we are having a great play date. He’s about to go on tour.
We have been engaging in anal play both ways, and he’s using his fingers.
He said, I can’t wait to have my dick in your ass.
I said, what are you waiting for?
He froze. I thought I broke him.
I look at him...he’s in a stunned daze. It was hilarious.
I kissed him and said again, what are you waiting for?
He came to, flipped me over, ate me like groceries and went so slow and carefully.
It’s on the menu.
I loved it, 80 percent. The rest was meh.