Well we went to a few toy shops, and I picked out a harness at Maxxx Black (they have an online shoppy too). The harness is the “groover jockey” from d-vice**. It clips on nicely.

My red cock*** is a ribbed version from the fun factory (German). I preferred a pearly one, but it was way too wobbly.

We took the toys home, and I strapped on the harness for a while until I told him I was feeling comfy. Then he helped me attach the cock, and that was wholly new and weird. We both played with it for a while, and started kissing and playing and cuddling. It was weird to make out with a huge red cock in front of me…and I dripped some lube onto it, and rubbed it against his belly while he was on top of me.

Things started to get intense, and I lent over the top of him, with him lying on his back, rubbing my cock madly. I started to push toward his anus, but missed a bit. He helped me to aim, and with a bit more lube, it started to go in. The angles were strange to me, and the tactile blindness was difficult to deal with. I felt that my cock wasn’t hard enough (!) to enter him properly. But pushed himself up on his feet, shoulders still on the bed, and that was a better angle, and then I could let go with my hands, and start to touch both of our bodies and to seriously fuck.

It was all new and strange to me. So different to fuck rather than to be fucked. To feel a cock between me and a lover, to have the centre of my role in the physical act *external* rather than interenal to my body. To have a lover grimace in surrender and sighing “oh fuck me, Anne!”.

As I was fucking him, I had an indirect clitoral stimulation from the harness, and because I’d kept my underpants on (to avoid pinching of the hairs). The strangest thing was that I felt stimulation around the pubic mound, and it aroused my g-spot from the outside.

I got really excited, and I started to fuck him hard, to rub his penis, and I started to come. Wow. That was what I really hadn’t expected. Then he came. I lay back exhausted and with my brain spinning.

I wanted to ask all these questions – was it hard enough, was it long enough, did I go the distance honey? I started to talk about my feelings of blindness and worries about softness, and he told me it was a lovely first attempt and told me I didn’t have to hold on to the shaft for so long. We talked a bit about technique until we fell to sleep.

In the morning, my internals were still amazingly aroused and we made love again before work.

I’ve never had a boy who truly switched before. I love so many thing about him.