Pegging
My German ex-boyfriend used to love being on the receiving end of a little gardening uphill. Didn't do anything for me but I was in love and eager to please so we bought a strap-on complete with an amusingly veiny large black dildo. Trying it on for the first time I had the incredible urge to turkey slap. In an attempt to make myself feel less she-male-esque and tone down my brand new fake penis I put sexy lingerie, suspender belt and stockings.

It's quite a physical feat to peg a large 6ft hairy German when you're petite, 5' 2" and have to jump to get things down from the top shelves in supermarkets. And aiming is hard; I forgave every man who's had trouble getting it in the hole, though it's obviously more difficult when your knob doesn't have any sensation. After several attempts using half a tube of lube and resulting in the repeat violation of his scruttocks, I eventually got it in the chocolate starfish and started gyrating away. I kind of enjoyed having complete control, but him whimpering like a naughty little Fräulein was a big turn off. However he loved it and started asking for it regularly.

I drew the line when he asked if he could wear the stockings and lingerie :(
(PowderedGnomeGirl, Sun 25 Oct 2009, 22:11, Reply)