There is really nothing to compare to the excitement of a new sexual partner. So much to enjoy. Running my fingers along all the parts of his body for the first time to see his reaction. Discovering the places that make him swoon…or twitch…or moan, depending on how I touch them. Sometimes all three at once.

I hear the words, “Yes. Ma’am” and it makes me smile and sends a little jolt straight to my clit. He likes saying those words. I like hearing them. He likes being out of control. I like possessing it.

Being a woman who has not yet orgasmed during pegging (and I keep saying yet – believe me I’ll let you all know when that happens), sometimes I am so fucking horny after I make him come that I can hardly stand it. I shed the harness, grab the Hitachi, give him directions how he can help and we are off to the races. It was a fast race this time.

So was it technically masturbation? Yes, because I was holding the Hitachi (as he stroked my nipples). It qualifies.

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This post delves into Ruby the sadist – skip it if you’d rather not learn more about that side of me.

Tonight I am once again planning what I want to happen when Mr. Great Kisser and I get together. Planning is like one big personalized sexual fantasy – I’ve talked about that. I plan and I’m wet. My fingers enjoy playing with that wetness.

This is the first time I’ve been with a partner who enjoys impact play quite the way Mr. Great Kisser does. He’s so vocal about it. But not in a whiny little boy getting a whipping kind of voice. There is nothing feminine or little-boyish about the way this man takes the crop. He bears it gladly, craves it, sinks into the experience deeply. Oozing masculinity. Even with sweat dripping off his forehead, his body limp with fatigue and his ass on fire, he’s all man.

He wants the pain and takes it. Occasionally giving me a number for my own edification. When he says 3 he’s letting me know how much more he can take, should I decide to dish it out. When he says 8 or 9 he’s letting me know how close he is to his limit, should I decide to push that limit.

A moment that thrills: I am taking care to discern exactly where we are in terms of his ability and desire for more, because they are not always perfectly aligned. Can he take more or are we finished? So I snap my crop against his ass very sharply and hear him gasp.

And then say, “Yes! Oh Fuck Yes!”

I watch his back arch to offer his ass for more. And I redraw my lines. The lines that keep him safe. The lines that give him what he wants. And what I want, too. I snap my crop three more times, leaving marks he’ll feel and see for 2 days after we part.

He’ll remember them every time he sits down. And he’ll smile.

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The dream he had twisted his mind…and his cock. She appeared out of fucking nowhere. And although she had the body of a woman, she wasn’t really. She growled and moved like an animal and never spoke. She was on him before he knew what was happening. In that dream-like way that is so frustrating he found himself unable to move of his own volition. Nor could he talk. And it scared the hell out of him! Her eyes glowed and she bared her teeth at him, right before she jumped on his back and slid the enormous white dildo home inside his ass.

He still couldn’t move but now he didn’t want to. That familiar hum of pleasure started to spread from his ass all over his body. It was electric and intense. He could feel his cock throb powerfully as his orgasm approached like a charging bull. Then she bit the back of his neck hard and thrust deeply inside him. It doubled the heights of the waves of pleasure that raced over every inch of his body. Holy fuck.

He awoke sweating and disoriented, to a puddle of come underneath him.

Jesus Christ that was intense for a dream.

Rolling slowly off the bed he went to go take a piss, still marveling at his dream.

Standing there pissing he rubbed one hand over the back of his neck. There was a sore spot there! He twisted in alarm to look in the mirror on the wall and pissed on the floor. Damn it, he’d clean that up later. Finishing and shaking the last few drops off his cock he turned towards the mirror again and and checked his neck. There was a red mark there, curved and kind of like teeth…what the fuck?

My over-the-edge moment was when she entered him and he couldn’t move…and she fucked him until he came. Common theme for me; I will make you come whether you want to or not.

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So who’s keeping up with me?

Who is taking Masturbation Month as seriously as I am? Who is laying their body down each night and getting friendly with their nether regions? Taking things  into their own hands?

Admittedly it is perhaps more easy to accomplish if one is single. Otherwise I suppose the restrooms at work would be an option. Or late night porn viewing. But if you are at all sexually active with your partner – May could be taxing, to say the least.

Last night I was thinking about one of the scenes in the “Sleeping Beauty Trilogy” by A.N. Roquelaure aka Ann Rice (The woman who single-handedly created the pony-play phenomenon from her fiction books). I loved the wantonness of those erotic fantasy books…the way everyone was up for a fuck anytime and just about anywhere…with just about anyone, too! And the idea that you could have a slave, handsome, muscled, pampered and anally trained so that you could fuck him any time you wanted.  Hotness. I’ve gone back those books a few times and found specific passages that were my favorites. The male on male action in them thrilled me; I love bisexual men. I love gay porn.

There was a scene in one of the books – or perhaps it was a scene I made up in my own imagination after reading them. In the stables. Where the hot boys who were ponies were kept at night. Often the anal plugs they wore that had horse tails attached teased them all day when they pulled the carts around yet they did not get any release and were forbidden to touch themselves. The stable master was a huge man who would wash them down after they returned, strapping their arms and legs to keep them still just the way you would with a horse. He’d get them clean, dry them off and oil their skin with a spicy, pungent oil. Then he’d remove the butt plug tail and fuck each boy until he came. The stable master’s cock was large and his stamina was legendary. Only after all the boys had been serviced would he allow himself to come deep inside the last one.

Yeah. That gets me off every time.

And now all of you who have never heard of the Beauty trilogy are wondering what the hell I am talking about! If you have BDSM leanings it’s a good read. Recommended.

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Well…I was actually thinking about what I’m going to do with…

Wait, no…what I am going to do to Mr. Great Kisser.

Friday night.

The dominant partner in a D/s relationship plans. This planning is not at all unpleasant. It is titillating and delightfully preoccupying. And often excellent fodder for masturbation fantasies. In fact that’s my favorite time to plan.

Details spin around in my mind and coalesce into a hot scene that I refine and tweak until it feels just right. The finished product always gets me off. Because isn’t that the whole point?

He knocks on the door – having been directed to do so when he arrives. I open the door a crack and tell him to close his eyes. Leading him inside carefully I take his things from him and set them aside. I gently tie a silk scarf over his eyes as a blindfold and he’ll smile…we talked about this. We talked about his need to eliminate the visual sometimes and shut off that input so his mind slows down and the world becomes just his body and what I am doing to it…or with it.

Then everything changes. Whatever shirt he’s wearing is going to come off quickly and forcefully. I tell him not to touch me with his hands. Then he’s pushed back against the wall with me all up in his business. Kissing him aggressively, hard and demanding. My hands are quickly unfastening his belt and jeans and I push them and whatever underwear he’s wearing down in one smooth movement to his knees…effectively hobbling him. ‘Cause he’s still got his shoes on.

Our lips never part as I run my hands over his body and grab his cock, playing with it like it’s mine…because in this moment it so is. I reach around him and grab his ass, trailing a finger his cheeks. I feel him arch back to meet it, already hard against me. He moans through our kiss.

I take his hands and run them over parts of me in a very specific and intentional order. Yes, there’s a corset there, breasts overflowing out of the top. And garters. And stockings. And a harness.

Still kissing.

Then I’ll put his hands on my dildo and instantly he won’t be able to think about anything but how it’s going to feel inside him.

Spun around and pushed against the wall. Cheeks separated with the certainty of someone who knows that ass is theirs to take. One lubed finger slides right in all the way. I press him to the wall with that finger and push my body up against his, biting the back of his neck.

Grabbed by his hair and bent over the couch…and fucked. Thoroughly. Fucked so those thoughts that usually go round and round in his head spin off to parts unknown. There’s no room for them between the hair pulling and the biting and the fucking and the undeniable sensation of being taken.

At least I’m thinking of doing that, anyway…

It might all change by Friday.

So I thought I’d share this with you…

I just took a peek at the real time analytics and saw that there was one person on my website. They had found Pegging Paradise by putting in the search words:

are men who like things

in their butt gay

That person was actually viewing my article No…He’s Not Gay !

Shortly after I discovered this fact they left my website as if they found the answer…and were satisfied.

Damn, that’s what I call synchronicity!

“I don’t want to see it!”

Jesus. A body builder, a weightlifter, the strongest man I know and he’s afraid of a little strap-on. He’s agreed to let me fuck him but he’s afraid of the visual. Worried it will freak him out, kill the mood and he’ll change his mind.

Which is a shame because this visual is pretty hot. I look in the mirror and see the shiny black cock jutting out from my pussy. A leather harness holds it inside me and it’s pressing delightfully on my G-spot. I want to show him that, too, but he refuses.

I slip a blindfold over his eyes and tie his wrists to the bed posts. Then I put two pillows underneath his ass and push his legs up.

I fuck him sweetly, whispering in his ear the whole time about how amazing it is to fuck his ass…to see him there tied up and unable to stop me…to know he is taking my cock deep inside him and loving it.

I slip the blindfold off, kiss him lingeringly, then fuck him faster and watch his face. He won’t look anywhere except into my eyes. His brows knit together and a look of surprised intensity washes over his face. I grab his cock and begin stroking it. After only a dozen or so strokes of his cock he moans, arches his back and yells in time to each spasm running through his body.

The thought of the strong man, fearing vulnerability and penetration, opening up and loving it…that’s what sent me over the edge last night.

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 I love it when a picture inspires a story that unfolds with ease in my mind. And when that story turns me on, gets me wet and makes me come. Enjoy.

I’m watching him through the clear glass of the shower. He’s preparing himself for me. He’s been instructed to come to bed clean and ready.

The moment he walks back in with the towel around his waist, his hair damp and tousled, I spring off the bed. My strap-on bounces with my movement as I rip the towel off of him and bend him over the bed. Grabbing a hand full of his long brown hair in my fist I force his head down and growl at him.

“Get those fucking legs apart and show me that ass.”

His cock is already getting hard as I bend him over.

“Yes Ma’am.”

Amazing how when I am a bitch he can’t control his arousal. Or maybe it’s when I make him my bitch. Likely both. He puts his hands on the bed to balance himself and spreads his legs quickly, pushing his ass back towards me in offering.

I already have the lube in my hand and quickly cover my toy with it, roughly pushing two fingers inside him and enjoying the gasp followed by his moan as I slide into him in one smooth movement.

Fast. Very fast.

He loves it this way. He loves to feel taken. Like he has no choice. Like he’s my toy to do with whatever I please.

I grab his hips and push deep, pausing to turn on the vibe in the lovely double dildo that teases my clit. And I proceed to fuck him in the way that turns me on the most. I pause occasionally to build up my anticipation and then push hard against him so my clit thrills with the vibrations. I use his ass.

He is there for me to use any way I want and all my movements are for my pleasure. I will come fucking this man. It is easier to come when I am not concerned about him, when it’s all about me.

And when he feels that kind of movement, when he feels me start to move with that primal intensity he knows I am going to come. The thought of me taking him so roughly and using him for my own pleasure sends him over his edge and ropes of come spew onto the bed. I grunt and thrust hard into him as I orgasm, still thrusting and enjoying his whimpering when he gets too sensitive and I continue to push into him, enjoying the last waves of my pleasure.

Silly man. His fault. He wasn’t supposed to come first.

©Ruby Ryder

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Sometimes when I have the time and the audio privacy I pull out one of my dildos and use it in conjunction with my Hitachi. Those playtimes are always good for two orgasms and occasionally I squirt. I can get loud, too. One can manufacture audio privacy simply by turning on some medium loud music and I do that sometimes. This time wasn’t one of my loud times but it was quite satisfying. The combination of G-spot and clitoral stimulation is heaven for me and fills so much of my body with pleasure.

I am seducing a very young man who has come to deliver a pizza. I answer the door in a long, low-cut black satin negligee. He stutters and stammers and blushes as I invite him in and ask him to put it in the kitchen. When he returns I hand him the money and then tell him I’ve got something special for him for his tip. Without another word I back him up against the kitchen wall, grab his shaggy black hair at the base of his neck and kiss him. Initially surprised, he melts in my arms and then welcomes my tongue inside his mouth to play. I feel him instantly get hard against me and I smile. Love the young men.

He thinks his tip is just the kiss but is surprised when I start taking off his clothes. Everything hangs in the balance as he resists gently for a moment and then makes a decision, allowing me to pull his T-shirt off over his head. I keep kissing him in between each piece of clothing until he is naked in front of me, his smooth, tight body pressing up against the satin. His cock is making small spots of pre-come on the black satin.

I take him into the bedroom and keep him there for the next two hours, during which time his phone rings repeatedly and he doesn’t answer it. He’ll probably lose his job but he’ll remember this night for the rest of his life. His “tip” is a 7″ dildo that he is begging for me to fuck him with before long, after he’s felt my tongue in his ass, my fingers deep inside him, my body laying on top of his and kisses on the back of his neck. I’m loving the begging, by the way.

He’s blushing and beaming when he leaves. Embarrassed and thrilled. His life will never be the same, in a very nice way.

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Pegging Paradise Podcast #47

❤ She Can’t get Enough

❤ His Bi-Fantasy not yet fulfilled but always works to rev him up

❤ She thinks it would be good for him to tell his Bi-Story

❤ He checks back in and tells us how she reacted to the news that he is not 100% straight.

❤ He calls himself a size whore, She calls him an ass whore. I coin the phrase “size king”. They are having the best of times!

❤ Young couple looking to up-size their equipment

❤ After podcast #43 he just might go see a pro but first it’s good to know the legalities…

❤ Pegging Celebration time!

❤ From stale marriage to sexy marriage with pegging. He tells the tale.

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