CAN I GET a MAN WITH THAT?

EXIT ONLY

Back door action has startling consequences for today’s contributor

Editor’s Note: In case you forgot, it’s our favorite day of the week—hump day! 

I was afraid to have anal sex for a long time, but my boyfriend begged and begged, until I felt comfortable enough to give it a try. After about two weeks of experimenting, I was starting to get used to it. It wasn’t as painful as I expected it to be—just a little, uhh, uncomfortable.

One weekend, he came to visit me at school and we started to have sex. Of course, this led to our new mode of choice. Feeling relaxed, I let him go for it, and actually found myself enjoying it for the first time. But the next day was a completely different story.

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NO BUTTS ABOUT IT

A night to remember ended up being one today’s contributor couldn’t recall

I had been dating my boyfriend for a year, and he always seemed to bring up the topic of anal sex. I had heard my share of horror stories about that particular act, and was nervous about the possible consequences. Despite my hesitation, I figured that you never know—it might be worthwhile to open up that particular door (no pun intended). My boyfriend was really excited about it, so I eventually agreed.

I wanted to be prepared, so I did my research before we got down to business. I found that many people suggested using spit or lube. I was already fairly grossed out by the act itself, and picturing my boyfriend spitting into my butt didn’t exactly turn me on. I decided on a game plan: we’d buy some lube, get a little drunk, and give it a try.

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RIM AND BEAR IT

Today’s contributor accidentally gives her boyfriend a ‘mouthful’

I’ve always been a bit apprehensive about letting a guy in on some ‘back door’ action, though I have girlfriends who swear that anal play is amazing. Although mildly curious, I was never going to be the one to initiate it. I guess you could say I have ‘ass issues.’ I’ve never even been comfortable passing gas in front of a guy—especially a boyfriend.

After a night out at a bar, my boyfriend and I came home and got ready for bed. We started getting a little frisky, and he started to go down on me. Suddenly, I noticed that he kept going further south—into back door territory. I didn’t argue; I was tipsy and finally had a chance to see what all the hype was about. It felt kind of nice, albeit a bit uncomfortable, but as I starting to enjoy it, I suddenly felt queasy.

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