Strap ons

[harry444]

Not really into ladyboys, but a girl with a strap on has an appeal. I believe most girls don't like doing this. Any suggestions.

[Fungus the Bogeyman]

Not really into ladyboys, but a girl with a strap on has an appeal. I believe most girls don't like doing this. Any suggestions.

Bullshit!
They love humiliating guys. It genuinely makes their day
Make sure you get one that doesnt hurt. Size matters.
If youve regularly taken a cock up the arse, you will still need lube and a butt plug, just less to stretch.
But they will still think you are a weirdo and laugh about you in the staff room. Pick a shop where you arent known well.

If when you request, she says no. Try another. She will think you want to try it on her afterwards.
Assure its for her to fuck you. Buttplug beforehand, loads of lube and enjoy.
Some of them have been so excited they get jelly legged and tap out. Some get super horny afterward. Some just love to hurt you. Report back

[Lothario1]

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[Lothario1]

BBW Tiana at Silk Lotus Annerley also enjoys doinatrix play.

I havent been with Japanese Naomi at TT, but she has a reputation for being a bit of pain in the butt with her finger unexpectedly, so I think she'd be into it.

I think many girls would. Escorts do it for hundreds extra. Many MLs do it without extra payment. Gives their pussy a bit of a rest.

[Rusty Russ]

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[Reddington]

A strap on story

I don’t remember it all that clearly, to be honest.
It happened so long ago. I’m not as young as I used to be and the memory plays tricks on me.

I was in An Giang, down in the Mekong Delta. Work trip. One of those ones where you’re technically there for business, but it sort of turns into something else depending on who you end up dealing with.
There was this local councillor I got stuck with, well, not stuck, but you know what I mean. We kept ending up in the same places, talking, drinking etc she took a bit of an interest in me. More than I realised at first, actually.

Anyway, one night it kind of, shifted. Got a bit awkward. Not dramatic or anything, just, different.
I didn’t really react much. I’ve been in weirder situations, honestly. She wasn’t exactly… normal, I guess you’d say. Bit unfair maybe. Still, she was trying, I’ll give her that. She pulled out a strap on.
I didn’t want to embarrass her and make it into a whole thing. I just sort of went along with the moment and kept it light. Made a couple of jokes. I spread my cheeks and allowed her to do her thing.
Her flat chest was a bigger concern to her than me, so I mentioned this surgeon I used to know in Marseille, bit of a sketchy guy, probably shouldn’t have brought him up, but it was more just me talking, filling the space.
She was worried her inclination would see her ostracised, but sensed I was the kind of man who could bring out her desires.

We didn’t fall out over it or anything. If anything, we got on better after that, which is strange, now that I think about it.

Then not long after, honestly I can’t remember exactly when, I got married again. Third time, yeah. That whole period’s a bit messy in my head.
But the weirdest part? She was my best man. Same lady. Standing there like it was normal. Big smile, proud as anything.
Felt like we were both in on something no one else really knew about.
Which I guess we were.

Yeah. Life’s odd like that. Doesn’t really tie itself up neatly or make a lot of sense while it’s happening. You just sort of go along with it, and later on you look back and go, “huh, alrighty then.