On a warm August night last year at my favorite inn on the north side of town, I gave my new FWB McDaddy a proper buggering for the first time.
McDaddy, just separated from his wife, had recently achieved silver fox status in my eyes due to some cosmetic improvements and was really starting to enrapture me. Yes, OK, he was still in a state of long-term unemployment. And yes, he was temporarily homeless too. But hey, at least he looked good, had weeknight availability and was adventurous too! I wasn’t in the market for a husband after all, just a fun fuckboy.
And fortunately for me this particular fuckboy was down for some pegging.
I was pretty amped because 1) I find pegging to be empowering AF and 2) I already owned a designer harness that I’d used on just one other person at that point.
My harness was shimmery and sliver and had a fur lined interior. I’d bought it at a sex shop in D.C. so whenever I wore it, I felt like a leader of the free world understandably. And I was especially excited to see how it would look with the hot pink dildo McDaddy had brought with him that trip.