Last night we (f)ucked up (long) [m/f]

A bit of context: I've been dating my wonderful boyfriend since April. The sex was amazing right off the bat and has only gotten better and better. We've gotten to experimenting with some new things and recently discovered that I like butt stuff.

So we're snuggling on the couch when he suggests that I put one of my buttplugs in. I am more than happy to oblige and soon he's teasing me a little by pushing on it, stroking my thighs, etc. We take it to the bedroom where he continues to push on the plug, but a little harder, and I'm loving it and he's getting into it and all of a sudden–

schloop

— he (unknowingly) pushes the plug all the way in. And I mean, it's up there really good. And it's not in there straight, because that would be too easy and painless. No, it somehow got jammed up in there diagonally. So I jump up and run to the bathroom with no other explanation than "OhGodOhGodOhGod", each step more painful than the last. He realizes what's happened and is freaking out right along with me, standing in the doorway as I'm in the throes of a panic attack, adrenaline rushing, legs shaking, three fingers jammed up my asshole desperately trying to dig the thing out, and…

I can't.

I scrounge around in there for about two more minutes, terrifying thoughts flying through my head– I'm going to have to go to the ER. This is going to be so humiliating and horrible. My ass will never be the same. And how the FUCK am I supposed to explain this to my parents? There's a look of pure horror on my boyfriend's face and he's saying how sorry he is, but I'm not really focused on anything except the literal pain in my ass. Eventually I get the bright idea to sit down on the toilet and try to pull it out, and THANK FUCKING GOD I FINALLY GET A GOOD GRIP ON THE THING and I pull it, but on the way out my fingernails take some ass- lining with them and both the plug and my fingers come out bloody. At this point I'm already half- sick with fear and looking at that blood really isn't helping, but I'm just so happy to have it out of me that I start crying with relief (or maybe it was the fucking brutal pain). My boyfriend hugs me while I'm on the toilet (yep, he's a keeper) and tells me how glad he is that I'm okay. I calm down a little and send him out of the bathroom so I can shit some blood and clean up.

I come out of the bathroom about five minutes later and receive a tender hug and lots of kisses and apologies.

"Well… I'm still horny if you are," I say.

He looks me straight in the eyes and says, "How about anal?"

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3hjpen/last_night_we_fucked_up_long_mf