You have long desired to feel what a man feels, the power that comes with penetration, and the rush. Unfortunately no one else has admitted they felt the same and so your needs go unmet, all the while that desire builds and builds within you. Its no longer about pegging, you want to dominate a man, you want to make him succumb to it. To have him crawl on all fours towards you sitting down while you lick your lips as someone approaches.

You spend most days at work and elsewhere looking at men and wondering what they look like while you massage their prostate with 10 inches of rubber. Do their eyes cross over? Do they moan? Would that one scream? He looks cute, I wonder if he has a gag reflex. These thoughts consume you until one night out you see me.

I am a male who enjoys fucking woman sure but lately Ive wondered, Im no gay but what if? What if a woman broke my anal virginity with a big thick dildo? It started innocently enough with cruising sites about BDSM, and foot worship, and before long I was watching woman pound into men with big thick strap ons listening to men scream in orgasmic heaven. Could it be true that anal play and prostate stimulation leads to the most intense male orgasms? I deny it to myself and say its shameful, I shouldnt be like this I am a man after all, a man who looks at woman and wonders...

We happen to meet at a bar, by chance... or fate, neither one knowing we are perfect for the other. Casual conversation at first but the undertones say more, your natural dominance comes out and I cant help but be a little submissive towards you.

The hunger within you senses 'prey' in a friendly way, this could be your night. You invite me back to your place. I, thinking im getting a blow job and maybe some doggystyle happily come along.

Once at your place you show me the bedroom and invite me to lay down, while you have to go to the bathroom to 'prepare'.

While in the bathroom you take a deep breath, unsure but raging with desire you take the plunge on a chance. You fix a harness with 10 inches of plastic cock to yourself and walk back out to me.

I lay on the bed, still clothed, seeing you reappear I cant help but notice the fake cock. I dont run, instead I bite my lower lip...

And now we pick it up in chat...