So often, pegging is depicted as an act of dominance. Do we sometimes play that way? Sure. But there is clearly another reason why we do it. We do it because prostate orgasms are awesome. We do it because it makes my lover cum so hard he can’t move for a while.
No matter how hard we fuck, or how tight my pussy or how big my boobs, nothing gets my man off like pegging. The combination of seeing me, feeling me stroke/suck or fuck his cock, and then tickling that prostate…it’s too much for him. He loses control and grunts and groans and give in to the sensations.
At the end of the day, I would do anything to please him. It is me, submitting to him. Giving him something that most wouldn’t.
Giving him unspeakable pleasure, his way, on his terms. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t love him. Do I enjoy taking what is mine? Sure. Do I delight in my short-term ownership of his ass? Of course. But do I do it to gain pleasure for myself? Absolutely not. There is nothing in that for me.
No matter how hard we fuck, or how tight my pussy or how big my boobs, nothing gets my man off like pegging. The combination of seeing me, feeling me stroke/suck or fuck his cock, and then tickling that prostate…it’s too much for him. He loses control and grunts and groans and give in to the sensations.
At the end of the day, I would do anything to please him. It is me, submitting to him. Giving him something that most wouldn’t.
Giving him unspeakable pleasure, his way, on his terms. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t love him. Do I enjoy taking what is mine? Sure. Do I delight in my short-term ownership of his ass? Of course. But do I do it to gain pleasure for myself? Absolutely not. There is nothing in that for me.
I peg him because I love him. Pure and simple.
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