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Anal sex is one of the most taboo sexual practices and therefore one of the most exciting and intriguing for many people. Like all forbidden fruit it entices and confuses so make sure you understand what can be a very satisfying form of sex before you attempt it. Don’t believe everything you see in porn. Anal sex, especially when you first try it takes time, care and patience – oh and lots of lube!

So enjoy these blogs about anal sex we are sure you’ll get hot and horny as our members recount their views and experiences of anal sex.

It our inaugural Dungeon Crawl, and crawl you will. This is more of a tease from Sweet Agony. Nicholas has Amelia on her stomach on a pillow, and he must punish her more before she can get what she wants.
Types of toys that are not safe for anal play
Yesterday I was particularly horny because I had been stuck in the house all day, so when Tom came home from work, I almost jumped on him. I felt in need of a particular kind of hot, dirty sex...
win two great male anal play guides from Cleis Press
Tips and tricks for male anal exploration.
Too much lube is no excuse for accidental rear-entry.
fun sex positions for anal sex. these positions are especially good for anal sex beggingers
Other than me kicking him square in the nuts, Marquee was fun. We drank. We danced. We joked. We laughed.
Learning to enjoy anal sex. My thoughts on opening up to my desires.
59257 This week has been a disaster for me, but what week hasn't been? I have been spending most of my time locked in my room, trying to customize, perfect, and build content so I can transfer the site over to a new host. I am so fucking detail oriented and obsessive, especially when it is related to reading, writing, and, well, basically ANYTHING literary in general. So last night I needed a break. I wanted to have a drink, or 4, and did not want to go solo. Blair Baby left Thursday to attend a family affair so I called Nathaniel. He didn't answer the first try, which was unusual for him. I left him a voice mail and as soon as I hung up my phone rang loudly, playing “I will survive” startling the be-Jesus out of me. (Yes, I know. He even added the ring tone himself.) I quickly answered the phone, “Hello? How are you babe?” Silence. “Hello? Nate?!” Silence. Slow, paced breaths. “Nate! Are yo---” “What do YOU need Jayde?” Clearly he was pissed. I haven't phoned, text or even emailed him for the past two weeks. I could see why his panties were in a bunch, I mean, I wouldn't be upset myself but you Neurotypicals are an odd species. I, myself, am terrible at keeping contact with people. I just figured unless we have had some type of “lover's quarrel” we were fine. So I made a mental note to try and keep in contact with him more often. (Shrugs) I just get sucked into a vortex and if you aren't in bird's view of me, I tend to, but hardly mean to forget about things. I apologized profusely, and after about the 143rd“I'm so sorry!” And with a much anticipated, overly dramatic sigh, he caved. “Where to darling?” He asked. “Vesper Bar, in about 20?” “Deal, make it 35” he agreed, and we both hung-up then hung out. At about a quarter after 10PM Nathaniel and I were borderline tipsy and drunk. Nathaniel strike a conversation with a well dressed gent in a sleek, shiny cobalt blue suit, ash blonde hair he slick back, and a tasteful pastel pink bow tie. When Brent strolled into the bar,