Pegging. What a whole load of fun that business is. But even so, I will confess to having been afraid of it not a million months ago, because it made me do things that didn’t really sit right with me. It put me in a dominant position over the Fella, for a start, which is almost enough to ruin any play session for me, but that wasn’t the worst of it.
It took me a while to figure out what the unknown issue that kept making me lose my stride was, but with a little help from a friend, I finally did. My issue? Pegging the Fella made me feel hyper masculine. Because I’m a PCOS sufferer, I have a very awkward relationship with my femininity as it is, so running around the place with a silicone dildo poking out from between my legs, pinning the Fella to the bed, and being on the giving end of some pretty violent thrusting was making me subconsciously believe that I was doing the ‘mans’ work.
