I grew up in a very liberal household, and it would not be uncommon for my mother in particular to openly talk to me about sex, body functions, puberty etc. She didn't give me "the" big talk, but instead, first explained to me where babies came from when I was in first grade (or maybe a little younger) when I started to be curious. It never was a topic to be ashamed of afterwards (it hadn't been before either, I just hadn't been too interested), so many more little "talks" followed when I would have questions.
Anal sex was a very normal part of these conversations, since she presented it as something completely normal. I remember her explaining that some woman prefer vaginal sex, while others prefer to use their anus. I couldn't really imagine having anything, let alone a penis, in either of these holes... But then again, we all change when hormones kick in, don't we?
When I started to make my own sexual experiences, I quite liked vaginal sex after a very short while, so I didn't really think of trying anal. Plus, let's be honest, you don't really want to copy your mother as a teenager.
It took me until my time as a university student that I first tried anal masturbation. I grew into it more and more, though sadly, the guys I was dating back then weren't too interested in anal - something that still fascinates me, given how, when you read online, it seems like almost every guy's biggest dream is to take his girl's ass. Anyway, since there was nothing wrong with vaginal sex, I didn't complain too much.
All that changed when I met my now husband. He had always loved anal sex. In fact, he loved (and loves) it a lot more than vaginal. That came to me as a surprise though. The very first time we had sex, he wanted to do doggy. I was thinking well, it's not the most intimate, but it's a fun position, so why not. So I turn around and he gets behind me. To my surprise, he straight went for my ass. He had a condom brand with a lot of lube and went slow, so it wasn't too big of a problem that I hadn't been wearing a plug or something, especially since I regularly masturbated anally.
I was thinking that's the wrong hole, but at the same time, my thoughts went wild: Finally, someone was putting his cock in my ass! So I must have just gone along with it - my memory is kind of blurred.
After that, we quickly became a couple, and he quickly started handling my sex life. I had always had a thing for more dominant guys, and while this one was a perfect gentleman in outside of the bedroom, he made quite clear that it was his rule inside of it. And that he gradually wanted me to move away from my vagina.
First, I was allowed vaginal masturbation once a week - something already quite hard for me since I had been masturbating with my dildo about every other day. After that it changed to two weeks, one month, two months. After about two years, he decided the next time I would have something in my vagina for pleasure would be the time when we were trying to have kids.
I was, however, still very eager to use my clit during sex and/or masturbation. So about three years into our relationship, he decided that I focussed too much on my clit. We first tried to just not allow me clitoral masturbation, but that proved a lot harder than the denial of vaginal masturbation, since I would often just rub my clit when I was horny (or during sex) without really thinking about it. So we agreed on having my clit pierced and shielded which would make it a lot harder for me to reach it but which also would be a reminder that I was not to play with it.
After about three months of my clit being shielded, I had my first anal orgasm. I still don't know how I got there or why it happened that night, though I don't want to deny that the frustration of not having orgasmed in three months might have had to do with it. It was purely amazing. I had always liked anal sex, but this lifted it on a new, much, much higher level. While before, I had felt a mixture of sexiness over being dominated and frustration over the denial of my vagina/clit, I now felt a very new feeling about his rules: Thankfulness for paving the way for this experience.
From then on, I was even more invested in our sex life - a lot more - which brought us closer together. For the past seven years now, I have not had vaginal sex. In fact, I have had vaginal sex with my man exactly ten times (he kept count, funnily). The next will be the time when we try to have a baby. For about five years, I have not had anything in my vagina for pleasure.
So yea, that's my story
