Naya had broken up with me for reasons only she understands, though I’m not even sure she does. It was actually a good thing at first; I could focus more on my studies. A year later Naya started messaging me again, unblocked me on social media, and acted like nothing had ever happened. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted her back, so I’d reply but didn’t push for anything more. But being single ended up leading me to discovering That Little Secret, the hard way, or the best way, depending on how you look at it. After that night where I took it up the ass, I had to know if I was still a “man,” so to speak. Going back to Naya was more than just returning to an ex; it was returning to what I knew best, to where I felt safe. But Naya came back with some very libertine and debauched ideas about sex. Her new motto was “try everything.” It was always somewhat like that, but now? Now it was worse. Or better, depending on your point of view.
But I didn’t just want to prove to myself that I was still a man. I had this wild urge to tell someone what happened, to talk it out, to try and make sense of it all. But who could I trust? A friend? A girlfriend? Even with her free spirit, I didn’t feel capable of it. However, it didn’t take long for her to find out. It was a secret she ripped out of me in a moment of vulnerability. Yeah, I always get too exposed when I drink and end up saying things I shouldn’t. Plus, the next day, I usually forget all the bullshit I spewed. It was no different for her. She remembered way more than I ever intended to tell; things I don’t even know how they escaped my mouth. And the worst part? She didn’t just remember, she laughed. Not to mock me, it wasn’t that. She laughed at the way I told the story and the jokes I made at my own expense. She said it was hilarious to hear me talk.
But my problems were only just beginning. Naya isn’t the type to waste time, and the very same week my drunken rambling betrayed me, she showed up with a gift. A very controversial gift. The moment I saw what it was, I started denying everything I’d said.
”Are you kidding me? Me, wanting to take it? Where did you get such a crazy idea!? I was wasted, for fuck’s sake!”
But my reaction didn’t fool the little brat for a second. She told me I didn’t have to be ashamed and that she didn’t have a single judgmental bone in her body. I didn’t want to hear it; I was pissed, and I shut down the conversation. She didn’t argue, and we let it drop for a while. But once my anger cooled off, she brought it back up. She said she’d noticed me getting an erection the moment I saw the gift. She claimed it was proof that I had “repressed desires.” I don’t remember having any damn erection, but nothing I said was going to change her mind. Now, she saw herself on a mission to “free my mind” from the “shackles of macho oppression” and all that crap.
And since, to her, this was the noblest and most righteous mission of all, anything was fair game to achieve it. The ends justified the means, so to speak. In other words, anything went, or almost anything, if it meant getting into my ass. Anything except, maybe, actual assault (maybe). In reality, she was just horny for my backside and dying to fuck me, but she masked it all under the guise of “good” and “noble” intentions.
But her supposedly good intentions weren’t enough to convince me, so she started constantly reminding me of everything she’d let me do to her before (taking her ass, tying and blindfolding her, whipping her, having sex in public, etc.). She kept bringing it up: “Remember when we did this? Remember when we did that? Well? I was down for everything, and you won’t even try?” Even that wasn’t enough, so the brat started talking dirty about my ass every chance she got. She’d straight-up ask me how my “little hole” was doing just to laugh at the shocked look on my face. And she’d keep asking if I wasn’t feeling like trying out that little gift today.
”I wonder if today’s the day this naughty boy puts his shame aside so I can stretch out every single one of those little folds?”
”Keep your voice down, Naya, what the fuck!”
”Hahaha! I know you like it, babe, no use lying. Your dick always gives you away, you sexy little– Hahaha! Stop being selfish, Marc, if nobody eats it, the worms will.”
I’d turn beet red. I didn’t know if it was out of anger, shame, or horniness, or all of it mixed together.
Since I wouldn’t budge, she slowly started changing her tune. Now she openly admitted she was dying of lust just imagining herself fucking my ass and that I had to let her experience it. One night, right after we finished having sex, she was relentless: “Let me eat that yummy little ass of yours today, babe! Come on, just let me! You’re gonna love it! I guarantee you’re missing out on an incredible sensation! Don’t you see how crazy I get when you fuck mine? Trust me, baby, you’re gonna crave it! Open your mind, love!”
But the low blow came a few weeks later when she decreed she wouldn’t have sex with me until I was “true to her and to myself.” I thought it was just talk, we were still dating normally, after all, but in bed, she refused to give in. She’d sigh at my touch and my kisses, soaking her panties through, only to say “no” at the very last second. The sex strike started causing serious side effects. My mood went to shit; I lost my head at work with a colleague and got a serious warning from my boss. I also started getting more aggressive in my attempts to convince her. I tried everything. I talked, I fought, I threatened, I practically cried, but nothing worked. I was losing my mind, and she didn’t give a damn.
One night, I almost went too far when I tried to just shove it in and be done with it. She slipped away, bolted from the bed, and ran to the bedroom door. She was wearing only panties and a light top. Her panties were soaked, and her nipples were swollen, but all she said was: ”I’m not having sex with you today!”
I threatened to go after her, and she told me exactly what she’d do if I tried. ”I’ll call the cops!! Then, instead of giving it to me, you’ll be giving it to the guys in jail!!”
I just stood there, staring at nothing for a while, until I gave up. ”Fine!” I snapped, furious. “Where’s the fucking thing? You won! You win!”
It was better to lose my pride and my “folds” once and for all than to continue with that torture.
Even with all the tension in the air, she couldn’t help but celebrate her victory with a sarcastic smirk. She bolted to the nightstand to grab the toy. She strapped on the harness and stood there, staring at me. It was a black strap with a caramel-colored, medium-sized dick attached. To be honest, she didn’t really know what to do next. Neither did I. We looked like two virgins; she’d never fucked anyone this way, and I… well, I hadn’t “given” enough to know the ropes.
”How do you want it? Doggy style, face-to-face, on your side…?”
”I don’t know! No, not doggy style.”
”Why? Are you scared, baaaabe?” she teased. “Don’t you want any foreplay first?”
When I looked at her to see what she was talking about, she made a gesture with her hand, gripping an imaginary dick and using her tongue to poke her cheek out from the inside.
”You little brat!”
”Hahaha!”
By that point, the anger had faded, and pure lust was taking over. The motto was “try everything,” after all… so, without thinking too much, I knelt before my goddess. Sucking on that hard plastic made me realize, with a bit of a shock, just how big the thing actually was. It was smaller than mine, sure, but in my mouth, it felt massive.
It wouldn’t go in right until I realized I had to get my tongue out of the way. But the thrill was out of this world; just by sucking it, I was already on the verge of coming. And mind you, I wasn’t even touching myself down there. Naya just stood there, looking a bit stunned. She tried to act indifferent, but when my jaw got tired (believe it or not, it actually hurts), I stopped for a second. I looked down at her smooth legs and saw her honey dripping all the way down to her knees. When I looked up, she was gripping her breasts, crushing them with her hands, her mouth open, almost drooling, with her eyes wide. The moment our eyes met, a mischievous smirk broke out on that naughty girl’s face. “Get on all fours, babe!”
”No, no way… Not a chance!”
”Then how is it gonna be, big guy?”
I ended up lying on the edge of the bed, holding my own legs back. Everything was brand new; even just her lubed finger entering my ass made my dick throb. Then, she pressed the head of the toy against my entrance, gripped my thighs with her small hands, and pushed. There was a sharp sting at first, but as soon as the head slipped past the muscle, the pain vanished. Suddenly, that cold, hard thing was inside me. I let out a small moan when I felt it reach deep into my guts. She heard me and flashed that mocking grin, and then the back-and-forth began.
I was terrified at first because I had zero control. She was moving in and out however she wanted, and I felt like any wrong move would cause some serious damage inside. For a second, I started imagining my insides tearing, blood everywhere, my dick even went limp for a moment. But by the fifth thrust, I realized none of that was going to happen, and then the lust just took over. Before I knew it, my legs were wrapped around her body, and my feet were helping the brat shove it in even harder.
Suddenly, I realized I was moaning just like a woman, only with my deep, gravelly voice. Naya, worried about the neighbors, covered my mouth. Everything was going great until she started to tire out. The rhythm of the thrusts slowed down, and before she could give up, I put my own hand to work. I came like a goddamn fountain.
She collapsed next to me, panting, and said, “Wow, I had no idea being the active one was such a workout, lol.”
It didn’t even take two minutes before I wanted it again. This time, I wanted it doggy style for real. She loved the idea and scrambled behind me, excited. She started out gentle, but I wanted it faster. She tired out again before I could finish, so she ditched the harness and started using her hand.
”Ow, now it’s too fast! Ah, ah! I can’t take it like this!”
”You have to take it! You think being a whore is easy?”
Even though it stung a bit at that speed, I came again almost instantly. We lay there side by side. I was drifting off to sleep when she whispered, ”Marc!”
”What?”
”Fuck me!”
”Now!?”
Even though Naya had opened my “folds” even wider, she wasn’t able to satisfy all of my no-longer-so-secret desires. She made me remember what I was trying to forget, but she also served as a placeholder, keeping me from seeking out the blonde trans girl who had changed my life. Over time, I began to find that role reversal a bit dull. The reason, in my eyes, was that the girl lacked the right attitude; she didn’t quite know what she was doing. Besides, she was too gentle while doing it—she lacked “the grip” and tired out too fast. Then, when she got exhausted, she’d take off the harness, grab the rubber dick, and shove it in with her hand. That made the whole thing lose its spark very quickly.
Despite the role reversal being her idea, she could never truly step into the “Alpha male” role and dominate the situation completely. She herself used to say that without a firm hand, it’s no fun, but when it was her turn, she seemed incapable of it. Sometimes she’d even irritate me to the point where I wanted to show her how it was really done. Thinking back now, maybe that was exactly what she wanted, because then I’d grab her for real, clutch her hair, and fuck her hard. The truth is, we discovered over time that the traditional way was much more pleasurable than switching roles. At least, that was the reality with her until life brought other surprises.
But it wasn’t just frustration. These experiences made me understand much more about my partner and about women in general. I didn’t fuck like I used to anymore; now I read the movements, understood the signals, it was almost like gaining a superpower.
