Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 03

The muscles in her hips she had pressed into use as she fucked fantasy-Darrian the night before were actually sore the next morning as Taryn went through her gym routine.

It was a delicious soreness.

She looked forward to exercising those muscles so they wouldn't be sore.

Taryn was ready.

She just couldn't find a guy to peg.

So it was good ol' dependable Cory, squirming and moaning and gasping as her imaginary strapon cock plunged into his sexy, imaginary asshole, that frequently served Taryn's man-fucking desires. Cory and a nice complement of other men, some of them plucked from pegging videos, some of them pressed into service on their backs even though the pictures of them on her monitor showed them seated or standing or crouching or bending or reclining sexily on a couch just made for sexplay.

And true to the research findings she had read in the book, Taryn was aroused by the pretty, hard cocks on each of them as they looked back at her through the photographer's lens.

She loved their pretty eyes that went along so nicely with their pretty cocks!

She loved the freedom she had given herself to enjoy looking at every inch of their erections, to delight in the arousal of gazing lustfully at their naked butts, imagining how hot and sexy it would be to grab those firm bottoms, to squeeze and fondle them, to pry those sexy cheeks apart to expose their private openings.

And now she truly loved seeing their pretty assholes, too, finding those hidden, private openings arousing in all they offered, all the possibilities they provided for her fingers, her strapon, and even — as the surprising yet thoroughly arousing make-believe sensation of pressing her lips around fantasy Darrian's exposed asshole had proven — even her tongue.

("Rimming," as she discovered the activity was named, is something Taryn was certain she never would have thought about doing before she added strapon fucking to the mental movies she enjoyed while masturbating. But her fantasy-fuck with Darrian had confirmed that it sure as hell turned her on now.)

Before her revelation, Taryn knew she would have instantly put into the "Eewww!" category any shot of a nude guy on his knees, his chest pressed to the floor, his butt upturned with his cock and balls dangling between his spread legs, his eager asshole displayed completely and intentionally in the picture.

Now, that kind of picture always triggered for her an imagined entreaty from the guy thus positioned: "I so-o-o-o-o want you to play with me, Taryn! Please fuck me with your strapon. It will make me come so hard for you!" She always preferred that such pictures be preceded by pictures of the guy in other poses that let her see HIM, see his eyes, his face, his body — but when the picture of the guy came into view that showed his private opening, it was so hot, so primal, such an enticement to the crazysexy role reversal she wanted so badly to experience, that she looked forward to such poses in photo sets of handsome, naked men.

Those kind of shots were few, but she loved finding them!

If those pictures managed to show both the guy's asshole and his eyes as he looked into the camera, Taryn would often clench her thighs in an immediate, involuntary reaction. Inventive photographers and flexible guys could make this position look natural in shots of over-the-shoulder gazes back at the camera by a guy on his hands and knees. Her favorite pose — and how very fervently she wished the photo set of Cory had included it — was a naked man straddling a chair with his back to the camera, the chair turned around so he was resting his forearms on top of the chair's back as he looked back toward the camera.

He would be scooted back on the seat of the chair, his pelvis tipped forward as he leaned his torso forward, too. The result was a beautifully spread ass, firm, toned cheeks in full view, strong back muscles sweeping upward to his shoulders, his neck craned around so his pretty face turned to look backwards at the photographer.

To look at the woman viewing the picture.

To look at Taryn.

And his expression always said to her, "Yes, I want you to look, Taryn. I want you to see where I'm desperate for your touch, your tender caress, your teasing penetration. I'm open and vulnerable like this on purpose so you can see how much I want you to take me, how much I want you to slide inside me and fuck me until we both come hard."

Yep. That was a fantastic pose! She didn't find it often, but when she did, it always made an impression.

_What if I were the photo director for a sexy layout with a naked man? thought Taryn_. _What if I could put the guy into any pose I wanted?_

_I would undoubtedly have to spend a lot of time in the photo session to get that particular shot j-u-u-u-s-s-t right_, Taryn thought, giggling to herself.

"Can you lean forward a little more, Cory? Yes, that's it. I can see more of your pretty asshole like that. This is such a sexy pose, and you are so handsome and hot and exposed in this position, and . . . oooh, darn — you leaned a little too far. Let's do it again."

Fantasy Taryn was having all kinds of fun in her role as photo director.

"Please don't be embarrassed, Cory. At least for this photo shoot, we don't want any embarrassed expressions in the pictures. We need our readers to believe you have no worries about how exposed you are, about the fact you're showing them your most private opening."

Then, in these Taryn-as-photo-director masturbatory scenarios, she would say to the naked male model who was being paid to follow her every direction, "We need your expression to say to our readers, 'I'm showing you because I want to open up completely for you. I want you to know how desperate I am for you to slide your strapon inside me and make me come.'"

And watching on the screen of her fantasy-mind as the handsome, nude model positioned himself in a shameless display of every millimeter of the most private part of his gloriously naked ass while he looked at the camera with sexy eyes and an expression that conveyed exactly what Taryn directed invariably produced a wonderful orgasm.

Naked men on the Internet. Hundreds of young, sexually eager men on campus. Those male professors at the gym (including at least one who was not married, as she learned one evening when he held the gym door open for her, left hand extended out across the horizontal press-bar to keep the door from closing while she walked through). Guys sitting in their window seats on flights down to Southern California, their gazes idly tracking the passing scenery out the window as Taryn watched them, wondering what they might look like naked as she passed the time on her monthly trips to a SoCal university where she was collaborating on a research project.

Handsome, nude male models in her imagination taking direction obediently no matter how exposed they were as a result . . .

Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink.

Then someone threw her a lifeline.

And — wouldn't you know it — coincidence struck again, and again it was on the TriMet.

A copy of the university's student newspaper lay on the seat next to her. Looking for a way to pass the time as she commuted home at the end of a long day at the end of a long week, Taryn picked up the newspaper, skimming quickly past stories about the building renovation on campus, the upcoming talk in the student union by an author known for environmental advocacy, and the latest loss by the university basketball team.

Then, on the inside back page, she came to the small ad. The business, billing itself with the tagline, "Intelligent fun in the bedroom," was one Taryn recognized as a regular advertiser. Portland was a pretty progressive town, the university included, and sex shop ads in the student newspaper were old hat.

But this ad was different from others she had seen. It listed a series of upcoming "workshops" to be held at the store:

--Get your kink on: First-timers and light bondage. --G-spot orgasms: Fact or fiction? --Role play for couples.

Each class listing was followed by a couple of sentences about "course content."

Then:

--Pegging: Convincing him, convincing her.

The description that followed read, "Strapon sex play between women and men is becoming more common for one simple reason: IT FEELS GREAT! Ladies, if you've ever wondered what it would be like to trade places with your guy, and gentlemen, if you've ever wondered whether your girlfriend or wife could learn something new that would totally rock your world, then this is the class for you!"

Taryn read the ad three times, checking to make sure she wasn't misinterpreting, wasn't misreading.

"Check out our website for more information," was the notation at the bottom of the ad, followed by the URL.

Taryn folded the newspaper and slipped it into her valise.

She went straight to her computer after tossing her keys on the table and locking the door of her loft behind her. There was additional information about the classes on the shop's web site.

She'd visited the web site once before, and considered going there to browse through the merchandise — the shop looked clean, classy, safe, well lit, and it obviously catered to that subset of the general population who didn't snicker at sex play between consenting adults who enjoyed erotic fun in their bedrooms.

But it occurred to Taryn that going there to purchase a dildo or a vibrator or any piece of merchandise might not be wise. What if a student in one of her classes was working there! It would surely be too tempting to gossip with friends about "kinky Dr. Roberts" coming to the store for any student in her class to refrain from spreading such a juicy story.

The anonymity, prices, and selection at amazon trumped such a risk easily, and she had not been back to the site since.

Now, though, was this information about next week's workshops, taught by a female blogger whose mission, as quoted in the write-up about her and the class, was to change the world, "one ass at a time," by helping women and men discover the joys of pegging.

The write-up also included the link to the woman's blog, a site, Taryn found, that housed lots and lots of information about pegging. The "pegging expert" would be up from Southern California on a visit the following week and would be teaching her 2-workshop series about female-to-male strapon sex. There would be a beginner's hour-long workshop followed after a break by a workshop for those more practiced in the activity.

_More practiced in the activity!_ thought Taryn. There would be couples there who had been doing this erotically mind-blowing kind of sex for . . . who knew how long!

Maybe there would be single guys there who had done it, who liked it.

Who wanted more of it.

Then her hesitance about going to the shop returned. What if someone from the university were there and recognized her?

Well, they would be just as compromised as she would be, Taryn reasoned. That would not, however, eliminate the risk of someone in one of her classes being there as an employee or going to the class. For college students to work at a sex shop or go to such a class wouldn't raise any eyebrows, but a student there who saw a divorced female professor from the mostly male engineering department at a strapon class in the local sex shop . . .

That would definitely crank up the rumor mill.

But — damn! — the chance to learn more about strapon fucking a guy. The chance to talk to women who had done it instead of simply reading blog postings (which held no tone-of-voice or facial-expression clues about whether you could believe what the bloggers had written).

Simply being around conversation about female-to-male strapon play would be sexy fun!

And who knew what kind of things would be talked about during the workshops. Maybe she would hear guys who'd had it done to them talk about why they liked it and what they especially liked for their female partners to do when they fucked them with their strapons.

Surely she would hear and see a couple ask something about strapon sex, knowing the woman had fucked the guy in the ass and they had both loved it!

Simply imagining the class was enough to dampen Taryn's panties.

How could she not go?

The woman's site who would be teaching the class contained all manner of information Taryn did not know about pegging a guy, about the different kinds of strapons (double-enders?!), about toxic toys (was the dildo she bought toxic?), about how — exactly and in precise, excruciatingly exquisite detail — to slide a strapon dildo into a man's lubed-up asshole.

This reading was exciting not just because she knew it would help her in her first pegging session (and in all others, for that matter), but because the topics discussed on the site, the acts described, the advice given in order to give a man an orgasm ten times more powerful than he had ever experienced — all of it was incredibly sexy because it was all about the act Taryn was desperately horny to consummate.

How could she not go?

What if she were recognized?

How could she not go?

The pegging expert's web site indicated there were classes in the city where she lived in Southern California, but those classes were two months in the future. Two months! The class in Portland was next week!

The following Thursday night, Taryn went to the shop promising "intelligent fun in the bedroom," timing her arrival for five minutes after the advertised start of the beginner's strapon workshop, figuring it wouldn't start exactly on time. She would thus avoid having to mingle with the other workshop attendees beforehand, thereby minimizing the chance someone would recognize her, but not jeopardize the chances of catching every juicy detail shared in the workshop.

Deciding on a nondescript sweatshirt and well-worn but still nice jeans as starting points for a disguise that could be disavowed if someone did recognize her, Taryn tried to make peace with her decision to go.

So what if someone recognized her?

Then, losing a bit of nerve, she decided she needed to do a little more to avoid recognition. The lack of make-up helped (she took care with her appearance on campus, never overly made-up — a no-no in the academic environment — but always nicely presented, except when at the gym when no make-up was a requirement). Finally, she pulled her normally shoulder-length chestnut hair back in a pony tail and tucked it through the opening of a plain brown ball cap.

It would have to do.

She was not going to miss this opportunity to learn more about the sexual obsession that had been frustrating her for months while at the same time providing so many exciting masturbatory sessions, always capped with lovely orgasms.

Taryn slipped into a chair on the back row just after the beginner's workshop began.

"So what are you hoping to find out tonight?" asked the woman leading the workshop.

No one was shy. Four hands went up immediately.

"I want to know why a guy like my boyfriend, a totally hunky, masculine kind of man, wants me to do this to him," said a black woman who looked to be in her thirties. "I mean, why? What I want is for him to pick me up in his strong arms, carry me to the bedroom, toss me on the covers and just do me until I see stars!"

The teacher and all the attendees laughed.

It was going to be a fun workshop, Taryn thought.

The teacher, a long-legged redhead seated comfortably on a loveseat at the front of the room, replied. "Oooh, aren't you the lucky one! A hunky, manly man who wants you to do him in the ass with a strapon." The woman paused for effect. "That is so-o-o-o hot," she said, a wry smile forming on her lips.

More questions. More interesting, enlightening, fun and sexy conversation. It was easy to see many people were there without their partners, coming for information because they had been surprised by an intimate request for pegging and didn't know anything about strapons and how a woman could use one to fuck a man.

Other people (Taryn guessed maybe 30 people were in attendance) were there as couples, anxious to find out how to "do it right" so they didn't hurt their partner, or how to choose equipment, or where to find good pegging porn.

(_Good luck with that_, thought Taryn when hearing the question, having learned in her own pegging porn hunt that the ratio of BDSM, humiliation strapon videos to sexy, both-partners-loving-the-act videos was at least nine to one. But the woman leading the workshop had some good answers.)

Then came the question Taryn knew would be asked. It was the number one concern women had about guys who wanted to be pegged according to the workshop leader's web site.

"Does this mean he's secretly gay?" asked a young woman who looked the part of the quintessential farm girl transplanted to the big city: long blonde hair, freckles, big boobs, and speaking in a halting voice, barely audible.

The teacher was well prepared for that question, definitively erasing the notion that wanting to be pegged meant a man was gay.

The hour rushed by, and near the end, the woman pulled an assortment of pegging paraphernalia from a suitcase next to the little sofa where she sat. She spoke to the pluses and minuses of each piece of equipment, then followed with two stories of anxious, cautious, yet eager couples who took what they learned from the workshop back to their bedrooms and then wrote into her blog to report success and excitement about their first strapon fuck.

Then, in what for Taryn was the highlight of the beginner's session, the workshop leader — also an author of erotica — closed with a story of her own that stoked everyone's desire to go home that very night, women strapping into their dildos, men offering up their asses, and both parties exploring the hottest, most erotic, most intimate ways to give each other sexual pleasure.

"I am not one to kiss and tell," the woman began, settling back into the sofa, "but I will share a little bit about how one handsome man approached me for pegging information," she began, settling back into the loveseat. "He was a guy who'd been masturbating with butt plugs but had never been pegged." The workshop leader paused, smiling broadly at the group. "Can you guess how hot I find it to peg a virgin guy, one who's already worked at preparing himself, one who knows having an experienced lady initiate him is going to be the most intensely pleasurable sexual experience he can possibly imagine?"

Having read the woman's blog-posted stories, Taryn was nervous but excited as the author began her tale. Already revved up as a voyeur to the night's exchange of information about her favorite, though yet to be experienced, sexual activity, Taryn couldn't help but lean forward in her seat to catch every word.

A regret flitted across her mind as she adjusted her pony tail and squirmed a bit, trying to get as comfortable as possible to listen to the story. _Too bad I don't have a recorder_, Taryn thought. _I would LOVE to hear this story at home where I could masturbate as I listened_.

The workshop leader did not disappoint:

"It was at a conference where sex-positive people gather to hear experts, writers, researchers, porn stars — you name it — share information about sex. This gorgeous man at the conference had pretty brown eyes with the longest lashes I'd ever seen on a guy, and he was so nicely dressed in a tan t-shirt covered by a navy blazer. He wore jeans and smiled shyly when I caught his eye."

Leaning forward conspiratorially on the sofa, the woman brought the audience into her confidence: "All the ladies at the conference were hitting on him." She smiled and leaned back, continuing her tale. "I really wanted to see him naked. He looked delicious!" she laughed, extending a long leg in front of her and turning slightly in her seat.
_Oh, no_, thought Taryn. _She's going to tell us how she seduced this guy, and it's going to get me hot, I know it_.

If at that moment Taryn had been a subject in the research described in the book that had launched her journey of finding and enjoying pictures and vids of naked men with hard cocks, the plethysmograph noting the presence of lubricating juices in her pussy would have lit up like a Christmas tree.

She squirmed again in her seat.

"And then this yummy man approached me, saying he recognized me from a panel I'd done earlier that day. He wanted to know if I could answer some questions he had." The woman's eyes defocused a bit, something Taryn picked up on because she was so enthralled by the story. Suspecting what the tale portended, she was watching the workshop leader intently, as if staring at the storyteller would help her hear better.

"I told him I'd love to chat, and that maybe we could find a quiet corner somewhere. He said that'd be great because — oh, and I have to tell you that what he did next was just about the sexiest thing he could have done, and it got my juices flowing immediately — he said the quiet corner would be great because he was a little embarrassed about asking me these questions. And then he blushed. He blushed!"

The woman laughed, easy with the memory and easy with the act of telling this arousing story.

"There is nothing, and I mean nothing, sexier than a nice guy — one who's definitely not in that category of men who troll for any woman with a strapon because all they want is selfish pleasure — there is nothing sexier than a nice, handsome, in-shape, eager man who wants to be pegged but who is shy about asking for it," the woman said, putting her hands beside her on the sofa cushion and stiff-arming herself forward just a bit.

"That got me so hot I wanted to rip off his t-shirt right there and run my hands over his chest while I devoured his mouth."

The room was completely quiet, every ear tuned to the speaker's words.

"We found a table tucked into an alcove in the hotel restaurant, and he asked the waiter to bring me whatever I wanted to drink and munch on, and that he'd have hot green tea. What a gentleman!" The woman leaned forward and said, "Ladies, don't you love being taken care of by a gentleman? This guy was pushing all the right buttons for me."

_Me too!_ thought Taryn, unconsciously licking her lips at the word-picture the speaker was painting.

"Then he asked the first question, and I knew the crotch of my panties was going to be wet very quickly." Again the woman paused for effect, masterful in her tale-telling.

Taryn held her breath, waiting for the woman to say what Mr. Sexy Guy's question was.

"He said — and his voice was barely more than a whisper, and he was fidgeting when he talked to me, explaining that it was truly a stretch for him to be speaking about this with anyone, let alone a complete stranger, but that because of 'my line of work'," the woman paused, grinning, "he figured I'd heard it all before and that he believed I really did want to give good advice to guys like him — he said he'd been masturbating for a while with butt plugs because it felt really good, but now he desperately wanted to get pegged because he knew having a woman do that to him would be incredible. The problem was, even though he had no trouble getting dates since recovering from his divorce three years earlier, he had no idea how to bring the topic up when he found a lady he might be interested in pursing a long-term relationship with."

The woman stood up, adjusted her slacks a bit, shaking out one leg briefly, and said to the audience, "I have to get really comfortable to tell the rest of this story," she said, smiling and clearing her throat with a knowing nod.

The workshoppers all laughed, knowing exactly what she meant. They were eager to have her turn them all on with her erotic storytelling skills.

Taryn knew she was turned on. _How hot would it be to have a guy tell me he had been masturbating while he had a butt plug snugged up his asshole, preparing himself for the time when he'd be lucky enough for me to fuck him with my strapon?_

It would be too hot to think about right now, she realized as the workshop leader resumed her story. Taryn did not want to risk getting lost in her own X-rated daydream and miss even one word of the erotic tale the audience was listening to.

"Well, I ask you," the woman said, continuing with her story, "what would you have done if you were in my place?"

That comment brought a wave of laughter from the audience. Ms. Bawdy Storyteller was entertaining them royally and sexily.

"I could not resist the temptation of teasing him into more sexy talk, into saying things that would bring another blush to his handsome face." She then said in a stage whisper to the workshop attendees, "That just gets me so wet."

More laughter. More permission to proceed — immediately — with her sexy story.

"'So,' I said to him, 'tell me more about using your butt plugs. How long have you been sliding them into your asshole as you masturbate?' This adorable man blanched immediately. Damn! That was so sexy. I knew he was going to stumble through and answer every one of my questions after he forced out his response. He said he'd been doing it for several months."

The scenario the workshop leader was painting was really having an effect on Taryn: A handsome guy in a quiet corner of a nice restaurant admitting that he wanted to be fucked with a strapon and asking her how he could make that happen? It was almost a stereotypical set-up for a porn vid about pegging. But imagining herself in the speaker's seat at that restaurant table would be something Taryn knew she'd think about during her next masturbatory session.

"Hmmm," I said to Mr. Wants-to-Be-Pegged, "what size plug are you using now, and tell me what you do with your plug. How do you use it when you stroke your cock?"

Oh, damn, thought Taryn, this story is going to get really, really hot, she thought eagerly.

"The plug he said he was using was one I knew about, and it was-"

The woman interrupted herself, looking left to the end of the sofa where her suitcase of demonstration pegging equipment lay. "I think I actually have that model with me," she said, shooting the audience a we'll-all-pretend-this-is-a-coincidence glance. Reaching into the suitcase, she extracted a butt plug that was, while not overly large, certainly a step up from a beginner's toy.

"So I knew right then that this delicious man was a pegging virgin who was," she paused, holding up an index finger, "one, eager for his first strapon fuck and," she added a second finger to her digital count, "two, totally prepared to open up and invite every inch of my favorite double-ender inside his sexy ass."

_I SO-O-O-O want to find a guy like that!_ thought Taryn, crossing her legs yet again as she listened to this sexy tale.

"I was such a naughty tease with this guy," the workshop leader continued, placing the butt plug back in her suitcase. "Under the ruse of being an expert who was ultimately going to give him advice about how to ask a lady to peg him, I had him describe how he masturbated. I watched him blush, seeing his pretty eyes dart nervously around the room and at the table, trying to look at anything except me as he forced himself to tell me what he liked about sitting on his plug, how it felt inside him and whether he knew if it reached his prostate, how hard his cock was when he slid his butt plug in, how he worked up to the plug he was currently using, and other sexy details that just kept turning me on more and more."

Taryn knew that later that evening, after she got home, she would be re-creating in her mind the scene the speaker was describing. And she would be masturbating as she did it.

"Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I leaned over the table toward him and said his name softly, demanding his attention with my whisper."

Ms. Master Storyteller paused, reaching one hand to her neck, rubbing lightly behind her ear as she drew out the dramatic silence.

"'I'll make you a deal,' I said, holding his gaze, 'I'll give you step-by-step instructions on the best way to approach most women about having them peg you if you'll come with me right now up to my room, let me lube your sexy asshole and my strapon, have you lie back and get comfortable, and allow me the pleasure and honor of giving you your very first strapon fuck.'"

The audience was holding its collective breath.

And holding . . .

And holding . . .

"What happened?!" an exasperated guy in the front row blurted out after several agonizing seconds of silence from the storyteller. The group laughed nervously, but in a way that it made it clear everyone wanted to know what happened next.

"He did not look away, his gaze searching mine for a deliciously long time, and then he said softly, 'I would like that very much.'"

The audience sighed in relief, Taryn included.

_What a life this woman has!_ Taryn thought.

"I'll leave you to your own imaginations, ladies and gentlemen," the workshop leader said, "as I am not one to describe my own intimate encounters, even with guys such as this one, who was a one-time pegging encounter and whom I've never seen or heard from again."

"Tease!" said one of the female audience members, and everyone laughed.

The sexy story concluded the beginner's workshop. There was a half-hour break before the advanced workshop began, and people drifted to a small table of refreshments or chatted pleasantly (much laughter!) in small groups, or went straight to the area of the store where the proprietor had created a special display of all things related to pegging: lubes, dildos, harnesses, DVDs, even a richly illustrated book titled, _The Kama Sutra of Strapon Sex for Couples_.

It took Taryn all of a 10-second flip through the pages of the _Kama Sutra_ book to know she was going to buy the book right then. There were line drawings of couples engaged in strapon play interspersed with text explaining the positions, what worked best for certain kinds of stimulation, and so on. But it was the center pages of full-color pictures of a handsome couple, totally nude save for the strapon and harness the woman was wearing, that demanded Taryn's attention.

The guy was so hot, so buffed, so dreamy, and the woman doing him was trim, toned, and all natural — no fake boobs, no overplumped lips, and no ridiculous make-up. This was a natural couple who looked like they were sharing a truly intimate connection as they made love, him the receiver, her the penetrator.

The things they were doing!

His gorgeous, hard cock!

His firm, rounded glutes!

The inventive positions they were in!

The look on his face as she plowed his ass!

Taryn had seen many pegging pictures and many videos, but this book, with its pictures so explicit and at the same time so intimate, was like nothing she had encountered. It was like a coffee table book dedicated to her favorite obsession.

She closed the book quickly, not wanting to see one more picture because she wanted to turn to each page at home, comfortable (and nude) with all the time she needed to study the images, to imagine herself in the woman's place, to look at the expressions on the man's face as the woman slid her strapon dildo — a pretty, pink one, Taryn noted, guessing its size to be about seven inches long — inside the totally hot guy's willingly offered asshole.

As she headed to the check-out area to make the purchase, Taryn's imagination was racing, spurred on by the quick glance at the pictures that would not leave the mental screen of her mind. Distracted by her daydream, she almost bumped into the evening's guest expert.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said to the woman who had minutes before teased the attendees with her sexy story.

The woman turned to face her, smiling. "No problem." Glancing at what Taryn clutched in her hand, her smile broadened. "One of my favorite books. I think you'll enjoy it."

Looking sheepishly down at the book in her hand, Taryn said, "Yes, I'm pretty sure I will."

The woman laughed, leaning toward Taryn with her reply. "We'll both pretend we don't know what that means."

Seeing the blank expression on Taryn's face morph into recognition and then into nervous embarrassment, the woman said, "I'm pretty forward, you can tell, huh?"

Taryn just nodded, relieved.

"I have the book myself, and I can tell you it's one of my go-to sources when I want to, well, uhm, shall we say, 'Engage in a bit of alone time'?"

That broke the ice pretty definitively as far as Taryn was concerned.

"It does have some lovely pictures," she said, smiling.

The woman picked up Taryn's invitation for more conversation. "There's a picture in that book of the guy his back on the vanity in the bathroom, his hands gripping the edge of the counter, his knees drawn up and his head tilted back with the most arousing expression on his face. The woman has grabbed onto his thighs as his ankles are over her shoulders, and she's looking at herself in the mirror while she slides her strapon into his beautiful ass."

Taryn had not seen that one.

"That picture is so hot to me for some reason," the woman said before pausing a split-second to continue with, "like the other pictures aren't hot," followed by an expression that told Taryn exactly how much irony the woman was pouring into her comment. "It was responsible for two of my orgasms during masturbation month."

During her presentation earlier in the evening, the workshop leader — now chatting pleasantly with Taryn like the two of them were at some mundane event, killing time with idle talk — had told the group about the origins of masturbation month and how she celebrated it each year with blog postings describing what pushed her over the edge to orgasm during that day's masturbation session.

"Have you ever pegged a guy?" the woman asked.

Now more at ease about the conversation, Taryn replied without hesitation. "No, but I really would like to try it."

"Trust me. You'll like it."

They grinned at each other.

"No, you'll love it!"

That comment was the opening Taryn wanted: a chance to talk to the pegging expert about making her fantasy become reality.

"I guess the fact I'm here for your workshops kind of proves the fact that I expect I will love it," Taryn said, smiling. "But I am so eager to do this with a guy, to see how it feels and what it's like with a real man instead of just practicing with my strapon and fantasizing I'm with a man who is loving what I'm doing to him."

"How do you practice?" the workshop leader asked, reaching for the book in Taryn's hand. "I mean, how would you practice doing something like this if there weren't a guy to be sexy with?" She pointed to a page with a picture of the couple demonstrating guy-leaning-over-coffee-table-woman-behind-him position.

Taryn took the book back from the woman, now comfortable enough with her conversation partner to reach for it, while saying, "Please, I don't want to see any more pictures until I'm home."

They both laughed.

"But I actually have practiced that position, though not with a double-ender. I only have a flare-based dildo for my harness."

Feeling like an initiate who'd just received her journeyman's license to peg after being in the woman's workshop earlier, Taryn was delighted to find the lingo rolling off her tongue with such ease.

"So, do you pile up pillows in front of you and practice thrusting into them or something?" the woman asked, slight puzzlement on her face.

"No," Taryn responded, laughing, "though I did do that early on, before I found the male masturbator with the locking clamp on its base."

More puzzlement from the workshop leader, now leaning forward to gently touch Taryn's elbow and indicate with a nod of her head the area of the shop where the chairs were set up for the audience. "Why don't we sit down for a few minutes to talk. I definitely want to hear more!"

Taryn was delighted at this display of interest from the evening's featured speaker.

After they sat down, Taryn described the masturbation toy she'd bought, how she'd found multiple surfaces around her loft to which the device could be fastened, and how she then was able to practice her strapon-fucking movements in various positions.

"It has worked out pretty well, I think," Taryn said, "but I won't know, of course, until I get the opportunity to use my strapon with a man." Noticing the woman's continued expression of interest as an invitation to more talk on the subject, she elaborated. "You know, I've found it really difficult to find decent pegging videos, and one of the reasons that so many are bad, apart from all the BDSM and humiliation and sissification stuff that I'm just not into, is that the women are so obviously unpracticed-"

The workshop leader interrupted gently. "You mean because they look stiff as boards, moving their entire bodies from hip to head as if they're bolted upright and don't have flexible spines?" she asked with a grin.

Taryn laughed. "You've noticed?"

"That's what I mean about us ladies needing to practice to get used to having a cock and using it in the way guys are so natural with," the woman said. "It sure sounds like the set-up you've described would've helped me before my first time with a man."

"Now that I've been in your first workshop session and heard your advice," Taryn replied, "I'm eager to get a double-ender and try using it with my practice toy."

"I am fascinated," the workshop leader said, placing her palms on her knees and leaning back slightly. "It sounds like what you have devised is an inventive solution to the practice problem I have described often: wielding a cock and screwing a man just aren't natural movements for us women, and we need a way to get that sexy, rocking and gliding motion down pat before we slide our strapons into the first male ass we penetrate."

This woman certainly had no compunctions about speaking frankly, but Taryn loved it — the topic was her favorite, and she felt proud the expert was complimenting her on her creativity in finding a good way to practice strapon fucking.

"You know," the woman said, the gears turning in her mind obvious to Taryn, "this practice solution of yours might mean your first time out with a guy could be successful even if you're using a double-ender."

Now THAT was the biggest compliment she could have received from the pegging expert.

Taryn knew she'd be back at the pegging paraphernalia display that evening, searching for the double-ended dildo the workshop leader had indicated during the first session was her favorite.

"Yes, it's really important to me that the first time I peg a guy should be good for both of us," Taryn said, reaching down to lean the book against the leg of her chair as she continued her conversation with the evening's featured presenter. "There's a guy I've been out with a few times, a professor at the university, and I-"

"Let me guess," the woman interrupted. "You're a professor, too?"

Taryn nodded.

"Just something about you," said the woman. "You're obviously a professional woman. You speak well. You come across as extremely intelligent."

Flattered, Taryn said nothing.

It was strange. Such a comment from someone else who worked at her university, or any other university, would have been demeaning. Sexist, even. But from the workshop leader, it was a compliment.

Why was that?

"In my experience, guys of a certain type are attracted to ladies like you . . ." the woman paused, quickly grinning, ". . . ladies like us!"

They both laughed.

"Guys attracted to you will probably be guys who aren't the ones just looking for the strapon and not the woman wearing it. That is, if they know they want to get pegged."
"And if they don't know it?" Taryn asked. "You see, that's exactly what I'm the most anxious about. This man who also teaches at the university is someone I've just begun dating, but he's definitely someone I'm interested in continuing to date. He's funny and intelligent, and he has a nice body — something I noticed the first time I saw him at the gym."

Reading the woman's continued expression of interest, Taryn pressed ahead: "I guess the first thing I want to learn about him is all the normal and exciting — wait, what's the term you use?" she asked the woman, but continued on after immediately remembering the discussion during the first workshop, "all the normal and exciting vanilla sex stuff that I know I'll always adore," she said, finishing the sentence. "I mean, if our relationship progresses and he's maybe THE ONE-" Taryn rolled her eyes at her own use of the cliché, "-well, I would not want to jeopardize that by blurting out I'm dying to use a strapon on his sexy ass and then be rejected, maybe even lose him because of what I said I want."

"Trust me," said the woman, "you are not a blurter."

The woman leaned toward Taryn, placing a hand lightly on her forearm.

"But you have a legitimate concern. I know of stories where just such an inquiry ended the relationship."

"So you see my dilemma," Taryn said.

"All too clearly. And I'll give you the same advice I give to anyone, male or female, about bringing this topic up. If you're with a compatible person and you've both discovered you're okay doing some other kinds of sexual play that might be considered not so vanilla, but not as adventuresome as strapon sex, then the natural progression in the relationship means it's probably okay to ask to peg or be pegged."

Taryn's blank expression begged for more explanation from the woman who was fast becoming her pegging mentor.

"Just imagine all the fun you'll have along the way before you ask this man to engage in strapon play," the woman said. "Remember the workshop conversation earlier about fingers during a blowjob as a perfect first step down the future pegging highway?"

"And what if during all that fun I fall deeper and deeper in love with him and then he dumps me because I've crossed some line that instantly splits us up?"

After a reluctant sigh, the woman took a pensive tone, chewing her lip for a moment before replying.

"It's a chance you have to take, is what I've decided," she said. "It happened to me once, and I hated it, but I realize now it was the best thing."

Taryn shifted in her seat, a brief wave of anxiety passing through her.

"But how sad would it be," the workshop leader continued, "if the person you love is also the person you have to hide an intense sexual desire from? How sad if he doesn't accept you and all the ways you want to play together?"

The woman leaned forward, lowering her voice to reassure Taryn this conversation, having taken such a private turn, would not be overheard. (The other workshop attendees were respecting the one-on-one discussion, thankfully.)

"If it doesn't hurt your partner — at least, doesn't hurt in a bad way," the woman said, smiling gently, "then your partner should at least be non-judgmental, even if he ultimately says he just doesn't want to get pegged. Then you know not to bring it up again and you have a choice: you can stay with him, knowing your pegging fantasies will always be just that, or you can decide you'll look for a friend with pegging benefits, or you can end the relationship and move on."

Taryn's crestfallen look was plain on her face. She looked down at her hands, clasped with nervous fingers interlaced, fidgeting.

"Please don't think I'm saying you have to give up! Goodness, no! You will have to decide if you're going to take the risk, but it's worth it. It is s-o-o-o-o worth it. After all, your handsome professor may at this very moment be at home, sliding a butt plug inside his sexy ass, and masturbating to fantasies of you doing him with your strapon."

The comment lightened the mood immediately, and Taryn grinned, hopeful optimism working its way back into her countenance.

Noticing a couple lingering a respectful distance away but obviously eager to speak with her, the workshop leader rose from her chair but leaned down to make one more comment before departing to talk to other of her fans. "Oh, when you have that discussion with your lucky professor, there's another option you'll have besides him saying yes and the two of you pegging your hearts out, him saying no and you staying but with pegging always just a fantasy, him saying no and you then trying to find a friend with pegging benefits, or you ending the relationship."

Taryn looked up from her seat inquisitively.

"You could get a referral _from_ a friend who _has_ a friend with pegging benefits."

With nothing more said, the woman left to mingle with the couple and then the other workshoppers.

_Huh?_

Was she implying she has a friend she occasionally pegs that she would introduce me to? Taryn wondered, a small ripple of excitement causing a slight flush across her collarbones.

_Is there some guy she knows who isn't a lover or a partner but who enjoys getting pegged and who himself isn't in a committed relationship?_

What the workshop leader's comment portended had Taryn's mind doing backflips:

A man to peg with no strings attached?

A nice guy willing to meet for a pegging encounter just because he liked it? (The assumption about the man made sense to Taryn: surely any friend with pegging benefits involved with the workshop leader — herself an intelligent, fun, grounded human being — would be a nice guy.)

True, their conversation had centered around her options if her relationship with the new man she was seeing evolved successfully to the point of a pegging conversation, but . . . what if-

_What if it were possible to practice-peg a guy BEFORE I do it with the man I'm in a relationship with?_ thought Taryn.

Holy freakin' shit!

The concept hit Taryn square in the solar plexus.

And then it slid right down to her pussy.

Damn!

The first workshop of the evening had included comments from the pegging expert about guys going to a pro for their initiation into pegging if it was impossible to find a woman who would do it or to convince a girlfriend or wife to engage in strapon play. The idea racing around Taryn's mind right now was a version of that, an idea she had never considered: It would be the woman — _her_ — being the one "going to a pro" for an initiation to strapon play.

The thought was delicious: the workshop leader (or _anybody!_) introducing her to a guy who liked to get pegged and who would enjoy bending over for Taryn and helping her learn the subtleties of man-fucking in a way no amount of practice with her male ass substitute mounted to a countertop or shower wall would ever allow.

That would be amazing! And knowing there was no relationship on the line, no worries about anything except learning how good it would feel to finally fuck a man with her strapon and learning first-hand with a naked guy the general guidelines for man-fucking — how fantastic would that be!

"Hands-on practice is always the best way to learn anything," Taryn recalled her aunt telling her once when she was teaching Taryn how to make a cherry pie.

_Auntie has no idea how much I agree with her advice right now_, Taryn thought, smiling to herself.

It was so-o-o-o-o important to her that the first time pegging her partner — knowing by then things would have progressed to the point that she really cared about him, about continuing the relationship — should be a fantastic experience for both of them. If she were good at it, and could guide him, urge him into positions that would all feel good but in different ways, then his first experience taking her strapon, and her first experience fucking him, would be much more likely to be a resounding success.

And that they would continue.

Practicing on a guy first, a man in whom she had no relationship interests other than him being her pegging sextoy and a guide from the male perspective about strapon play, had so many positives and only one negative.

How the hell could she get such a referral?

The workshop leader's last comment to her . . . did it mean she might actually . . .

Shaking her mind from its vice-like grip on the idea of somehow arranging a practice pegging session, Taryn gathered her purse and the book and walked briskly to the pegging merchandise display in the shop. She was eager to get one of the double-ended strapons the evening's speaker had identified as her personal favorite before that model was sold out.

It was going to be an intensely satisfying evening when she got back to her loft, Taryn knew.

Those pictures in the book . . .

A new strapon, this one built with the same ability to invade the tight recesses of an eager male asshole but also possessing the ability to stimulate her G-spot while she fucked the man who would be writhing in pleasure on the other end of the dildo.

Could she even wait through the second workshop before rushing home with her purchases?

Taryn was glad she did.

The sexy talk continued in the session after the break. Seated again in the back row, her bag of purchases now tucked underneath the chair along with her purse, Taryn eagerly listened to every discussion on every topic: the best way to ensure orgasms for both partners, more tips about toys and using them, excellent and detailed descriptions and explanations about the male anatomy and how to stimulate it (from anus to perineum to cock and balls and the holy grail of male arousal, the prostate), more information about positions and techniques.

One of her favorite topics was the psychology of strapon play. She had never considered what it might do to her perspective about sex, about gender roles, about expanding her sense of self and, importantly, allowing her partner to expand and accept his sense of himself.

But it made sense. Taryn remembered what it felt like the first time she had strapped into her dildo. Seeing her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the stout and unavoidable visual of an erect phallus protruding from her crotch, had felt empowering, different.

It had triggered some deeply atavistic, primal urge that must exist in both genders to thrust their hips, to seek a sexual coupling and enter the other — to unify somehow, at least physically, with another human being.

Such a feeling would surely be magnified during a strapon encounter.

What would that do to her mind, to how she considered the intimacy of sex? What would it mean for regular male-female interaction in her bedroom between her and her man after their initial strapon coupling?

"Men have told me how much they have to trust their partner to open up and surrender themselves to being penetrated," the workshop leader said during the evening's second session. "And that's easy to understand, right, ladies?" she asked, a wry smile crinkling the sides of her eyes slightly. "We women have had to trust our partners for our whole lives, but the mind trip of giving up control to your lover and letting _her_ fuck _you_ is something that can take a guy by surprise."

Taryn had never reflected on the male psychological perspective of getting fucked in the ass.

It had always been so very arousing, so exciting and powerfully erotic to think about doing a guy with her strapon, to see it in pictures and videos, to fantasize about it as she masturbated to orgasm, that she had not yet delved deeper than the pure sexiness of the act, the pure physical enjoyment and intensely satisfying orgasms the fantasy dependably produced.

"And so many women have told me their men are more, uhm, how should I say this?" the workshop leader mused during this part of the evening's second session. "Uh, I guess these women mean their men are more sensitive, more caring, more . . ." Pausing for a brief second, the woman then snapped her fingers and said, "More intimate! Women often report their men are more intimate with them after they've been the ones on the receiving end of penetrative sex."

Having read this on the woman's web site, it wasn't new information for Taryn, but hearing this side benefit of pegging a male partner described out loud somehow had a stronger impact than reading it.

_Damn! The incredibly erotic pleasure of strapon-fucking my guy AND the pleasure of more dreamy snuggling too?_

Could sexual perfection come wrapped up in a prettier bow?

Taryn was so-o-o-o-o glad she had come tonight.

She would come tonight at home, too. Probably multiple times, armed now with new pictures of strapon sex between a handsome couple, a new strapon dildo whose construction would let her experiment with G-spot stimulation while sliding the shaft of the toy into her pretend male asshole, and a new perspective on even more strapon sex benefits than just the crazysexyhot orgasm-inducing thrill of man-fucking.

A sort of follow-up to the first workshop involved some additional information about ensuring the man's comfort, especially if he's a pegging virgin. The evening's initial exploration of that topic intensely interested Taryn because she was so eager for everything to be fairy-tale perfect the first time she used her strapon. Assuming the guy might be a first-timer, all tips about techniques to make the act comfortable and intensely pleasurable for her partner were important to her.

But after the conversation with the evening's guest speaker during the break, Taryn listened with a slightly different perspective. The woman had said Taryn's practice set-up might mean her first pegging would probably be quite successful, even using a double-ender. That comment now made Taryn realize she might be comfortable enough with all the pegging motions that it could be easy to rush ahead during the act, over-eager for the orgasm she knew would be incredible the first time she pegged a man.

In the intense sexual arousal of seeing the shaft of her strapon poised at the entrance of a man's asshole, Taryn realized she would be sorely tempted to plunge into him in a single, rapid thrust in order to bury her dildo deep in his ass so she could immediately begin fucking him.

"It is so-o-o-o important, ladies," the workshop leader said at one point during the second session, "to go very, very slowly during the initial penetration with your strapon. Don't even think about using your strapon until after you've warmed him up and relaxed him in other ways."

_Keep talking_, thought Taryn, hopeful the woman would pass along multiple inventive ideas about playing with a naked man in prelude to fucking him.

"As I mentioned in the first session tonight, a gentle, slippery massage of his anus is always a nice warm-up," the woman said, tossing her hair with a slight neck twist before leaning forward on the love seat. "Might I now further suggest, ladies, that 'gentle and slippery' also apply as perfect adjectives for the kind of massage possible with your tongue?"

The woman had just punched another of Taryn's dying-to-do-it buttons, one of the buttons she didn't know existed before her introduction to the scientifically substantiated reality of female lust for hard male cocks and tight male buttocks.

Only after accepting the rightness and inevitability that sexually aroused men were supposed to stoke the fires of her own lust did Taryn allow even the thought that new and previously unthinkable ways of turning a guy on sexually would be a turn-on for her, too.

Coming to that realization created a welcoming acceptance that tonguing a man's asshole would get him crazy hot and would contribute to producing the wonderful visual of his hard, throbbing cock.

And seeing his hard, throbbing cock, she knew, would get her crazy hot, too.

She had added rimming to her pegging-related want-to-do-it list shortly after fully embracing the idea that sliding the shaft of a strapon cock deep inside a man's asshole was the most sexually arousing act she could imagine. Her fantasy-fuck of Darrian's ass right after she got her male masturbation sextoy only confirmed it: she found it incredibly arousing to imagine tonguing his asshole as he moaned and squirmed in her grasp.

"Don't even get me started on how exciting I find it when a guy moans as I tongue him," the woman continued. "Then, when he's adjusted to the sheer naughtiness and sexiness of what I'm doing to him, he always lets me know with his body that he's ready for the next stage of his strapon initiation."

It was another of those tease-'em-then-please-'em points in the pegging expert's delivery. She hesitated before continuing, smiling to let her audience know she would quickly reveal the next stage of male pegging readiness as a reward for their patience.

The proverbial pin-drop would have thundered throughout the room during the woman's pause.

"He relaxes his asshole and he pushes back, sending an urgent message that he wants my tongue deeper inside."

_Dammit_, thought Taryn, squirming as she drew in a breath, realizing the woman's commentary had again created one of those hold-your-breath-in-anticipation moments. _I guess there's no way the ad in the paper could have described what's happening here tonight, but it would have been nice to know ahead of time the talk was going to be pulled from my personal fantasies_, she thought.

She realized the ad could not have come with one of those parental advisory-type stickers: "Warning! Taryn Roberts' personal masturbatory fantasies of strapon man-fucking, cock-sucking, finger-in-asshole play, rimming, and naked-male-with-erection-on-display will be discussed. Plan on wearing extra-absorbent panties."

"This relaxation and invitation is maybe the most important thing to be sensitive to when you're about to push your strapon inside him, as well," the workshop leader said. "Remember the two sphincters we talked about in the first workshop?" the woman asked the group. "When you enter him the first time, you have to pause just after the tip of your strapon presses beyond that initial ring of muscle. Once you're at that point, you must stop and let him adjust."

This was truly expert advice!

"Recall your explorations with your finger. You've felt him open that first door as you massage his anus, but then you know what happens as you continue to slide deeper — you go through a second door before you're inside his warm, snug rectum."

Damn!

"The shaft of your strapon is a lot thicker than your finger, ladies, so you have to go slow, you must give him time to adjust. He must be ready and willing to open that second door, so just hold off on your eagerness to plow into him!"

Giggles rippled through the audience.

But Taryn realized this was incredibly important information in light of the pegging expert's suggestion that Taryn's pegging skills during her first man-fucking session might be fairly accomplished. Pushing through Door One and then immediately through Door Two would be so easy to do, so tempting.

She would be desperately horny in that moment to fuck the man!

Now Taryn knew she must rein in her desperation in that critically important moment — it was vital for the man's comfort and arousal.

After more informative talk about successful male virgin-fucking, a middle-aged man in the audience, someone who was obviously there with his wife, said, "The sight of my wife strapped into our favorite toy is just about the sexiest thing I have ever seen." His statement prefaced a question: "She seems a little embarrassed to let me look at her that way, though. We've talked about it, and she knows I like to see her like that, but there's still some kind of shyness that stands in her way."

"You are a lucky woman," the workshop leader said to the man's wife. The compliment brought a small smile from the woman everyone now knew was embarrassed by having her husband gaze at her while wearing their favorite strapon dildo.
The tenor of the evening, however, and the pegging expert's deft handling of conversation during the first workshop, had put everyone at ease. No one took offense at such revelations or made any judgments. The quickly coalescing sense of community among the attendees meant everyone had a we're-all-in-this-together feeling, and the evening's proceedings had erased concerns about frank talk.

"Let me offer you a suggestion," the workshop leader said to the wife. "Arrange for a photo shoot, and get some beautiful, sensual pictures of yourself wearing your harness and strapon. Then spend some time looking at how hot and sexy you are, your pretty face and figure on display for your guy."

She then turned her head slightly to look at the husband, saying, "And you, you lucky man, should arrange everything for the photo session — find the photographer, book the session, pay for it — and then sit at home while your lovely lady is having these wonderful pictures taken, knowing she's in front of the camera wearing the sexiest outfit you've ever seen, in front of a backdrop and in lighting that is going to professionally create beautiful results that both of you will treasure."

The surprised expressions on the couple's faces were as obvious to the audience members sitting close by as they were to the pegging expert offering the advice. The speaker was ready for the reaction, though, quickly addressing follow-up comments to the wife.

"I know, I know — you think it'll be impossible to have such pictures taken if you're shy about how you look to your husband when your strapped in," she said. "But let this suggestion percolate for a while. I can almost guarantee you it will grow on you, especially when you realize there are professional photographers who do this sort of work, who are familiar with all the challenges created by camera shyness and who know how to support and reassure reluctant gals or guys in front of their cameras."

The advice was intensely interesting to Taryn. She had been indulging her recently discovered photo director fantasy. It had been great fun imagining a photo shoot with a nude male model, directing him to produce an erection and then coaching him into positions designed specifically to expose his luscious hard cock, firm butt, and sexy, hidden asshole.

In her fantasies, she would extend those poses for minutes at a time, something supposedly necessary to get everything just right for the picture, but really just a ruse allowing Taryn's salacious gaze to linger on every millimeter of the model's deliciously embarrassed exposure.

"I did this recently," the workshop leader said, "and it was a wonderful experience. I treasure the pictures. They are so sexy! I just love them, and it'll be a really lucky guy who gets to see them." She grinned broadly, continuing: "I can just imagine it. We'll be at the point in our relationship when he's only then admitted his agreement that pegging is something he wants to try, and at that point I'll show him a couple of shots — I know just the ones — whispering in his ear that I can't wait for him to see in person what he's looking at in the pictures. I'll tell him I can't wait to model for him, watching him play with himself in anticipation (he'll be nude when I do this, of course!). I will move and glide like a sexy panther during the show I'll put on wearing my pretty pink dildo. I'll purr comments about the nasty things I'm going to do to him, demanding his attention because he knows he's going to feel me slide inside him very, very soon."

_Oh, yeah_, Taryn thought when hearing the evening's speaker share information about the sexy photo shoot, _I need to add another kind of photo shoot fantasy to my library_.

_I can think about being the subject of a photo session, maybe with a handsome male photographer who gets turned on by seeing me in my strapon . . ._

The cost of the evening had been money well spent. Taryn had new fantasies to populate her masturbatory sessions, a book full of beautiful, sensuous pictures of a handsome couple engaging in strapon play, and a new strapon that might stimulate her G-spot during man-fucking practice (and the real thing!). In spite of all that, she was nonetheless disappointed when the second workshop ended.

She wished it could go on longer!

The inevitable congratulations and thanks were offered by most of the attendees as they huddled around the pegging expert, saying things like, "This has been so helpful!" or "It was such an affirmation to hear that we're like other couples who are into this," or "I can't tell you how eager I am to get back home to my husband and let him know I will happily peg him silly, and that I'm so sorry to have held out on him for so long."

Taryn hung back, trying to look busy, browsing through a display of cock rings adjacent to the area in the shop where the chairs and the love seat were set up. She kept an eye out, though, to see when everyone was finished talking to the woman who had earlier confided an enigmatic suggestion to her.

Finally, the last couple thanked the woman and drifted away toward the shop's exit. The night's featured speaker placed the suitcase full of toys on the loveseat and began to arrange them inside so the lid would close completely and securely.

"Uh, excuse me," Taryn said, leaving the cock ring display and stepping closer. "I really want to thank you for all the fantastic information you shared tonight."

Having finished her chore, the woman zipped up her suitcase and turned to look at Taryn.

"It was my pleasure. I always enjoy sharing information about pegging. It's what I do, my passion, my enjoyable task in life."

Smiling, Taryn replied, "You do it well, too! I have so many thoughts and ideas rolling around in my mind right now as a result of the things you said."

"Let me give you a piece of advice I wish I'd heard years before I decided at age 50 to just forget about propriety and enjoy all the things that get me sexually aroused, even the ones I discover to be surprising," the woman said. "Celebrate your unique turn-ons. Indulge your sexual cravings. Be safe, of course, but if something gets you hot, if something — anything — seems like it could make you wet, then go for it. And that includes pegging. Absolutely includes pegging."

Taryn looked down briefly, stalling for a second to work up the courage to ask what had been tormenting her since the woman's oblique reference to a pegging referral during the break earlier that evening.

"Uh, when you, um . . . you know . . . said one of my options after a conversation about pegging with my partner could be finding a friend with pegging benefits or getting a referral to such a guy, I wondered how I could ever get a referral if I found myself needing and wanting one. I mean," Taryn said, still clumsy with her words, "how on earth could I ever bring up pegging with any girlfriend, and what are the chances I'll ever have a girlfriend so into pegging that she does it on a casual basis with a guy friend?"

The workshop leader cracked an endearing smile, then laughed heartily.

"Say no more, Taryn! And did I remember your name correctly?"

Taryn nodded.

"I'll make you a deal. If you'll email me a detailed description of your pegging-practice set-up, attach pictures and include the link where I can find this intriguing toy you've been using to develop your pegging skills, I'll ask a guy I know who's truly a free spirit, really nice, in great shape, and who gets together with me every now and then for outstanding strapon sex, whether he'd be interested in personally experiencing the skills of a pegging newbie who's been extraordinarily inventive at devising a unique way to practice pegging."

Her jaw dropping at her good fortune and the pegging expert's generous helpfulness, Taryn closed her mouth and swallowed, hardly believing she had heard the woman's offer correctly.

The woman laughed again. "Call it an investment in research," she said. "If my friend reports your technique is good, then I'll be able to share an important tip with my female readers and listeners. There are many women who worry about their first time screwing a guy with a strapon, and if your practice solution works well, I want to let everyone know."

A goofy grin pulled the corners of Taryn's mouth upward, and she almost gushed out her thanks. "You don't know how very much I appreciate it!"

"I think I do," the woman countered, grinning herself. "You've been a naughty girl, Taryn, with your fantasizing and your practice pegging with your sextoy — and I'm guessing you've had lots and lots of delicious orgasms as a result, right?"

Taryn nodded again.

"Well, there you have it," the workshop leader said. "You've done all this while devising an exciting new way to practice pegging and you haven't shared your discovery with anyone, have you?" She folded her arms in mock disapproval.

"Busted," said Taryn, smiling.

"So you've been naughty, but now maybe you have the chance to correct your misdeed."

They laughed, knowing they both had been play-acting a scenario to make talking about the sexy affair the woman was proposing totally acceptable because it was simply friends exchanging favors.

"You would have to come to my neck of the woods for the meeting," the woman said, watching for Taryn's reaction.

"Not a problem," was the quick reply. "I'm in Southern California at least once a month for a research project with a colleague at a university there."

"Bet you've never packed your strapon dildo and your harness on one of those trips, though, have you?" the woman asked, nodding toward her suitcase full of pegging paraphernalia.

"No, you're right about that," laughed Taryn.

"Check your bag, and don't be surprised if there's a note inside when you arrive saying TSA searched it in order to examine suspicious contents that, after further inspection, revealed no weapons or banned items." Sighing, the woman continued, saying, "That happens to me occasionally, but I laugh it off, imagining a couple of lecherous TSA agents got their jollies looking at my pegging equipment."

This was something Taryn had never considered about traveling with a strapon dildo and harness.

"It would be worth it, though, to experience your first pegging session, wouldn't it?" asked the woman, holding back a smile.

"So-o-o-o-o worth it."

"Then we have a deal. Let me give you my card. It has my email address on it."

As the woman walked to her purse to retrieve the card, Taryn's mind raced with the realization of what had just happened.

She was going to peg a guy!

It was going to be a nice, in-shape, pegging-experienced guy!

It was going to be a practice session with no strings, no relationship issues to worry about, nothing but the primal, sexual pleasure of strapon-fucking a naked guy, hearing him moan, seeing him squirm in pleasure as she plunged her strapon deep into his ass, having him give her a pointer or two that would make her future pegging sessions more likely to be fantastic for whatever guy she was lucky enough to reach the pegging stage with.

She was going to peg a guy!

"Here you go," said the woman, snapping Taryn from her reverie.

Taking the card from the woman's hand, she said, "Again, I cannot possibly thank you enough for-"

"Don't keep thanking me for something that will give me some really good information to share about pegging," the woman said with a grin, interrupting Taryn's effusive litany of gratitude. "Do you have a card?"

Realizing she should have already produced it to exchange for the woman's card, she fumbled into her purse, juggling her bag of purchases in the process. Finally digging out the little case in which she carried her business cards from the university, Taryn extracted one and handed it to the woman.

"I'll email you all that information as soon as I get home," she said, replacing the little case into the recesses of her purse.

"Tomorrow is plenty soon enough," the workshop leader said, a knowing smile on her lips. "After all, you may have some things to distract you when you get home this evening."

She glanced at the bag of purchases Taryn clutched along with her purse.

"I guess you're right," Taryn admitted with a sly grin.

"I know I'm right," the woman said, laughing. "Own it, girl! Go home, get comfortable, prop that book up so you can see the pictures easily and turn the pages with only one hand-" the woman turned her head slightly and pursed her lips in a knowing expression "-and give yourself a big, fat orgasm that will relieve the build-up of these workshops!"

Taryn could think of absolutely nothing to say in response to the bawdy suggestion of what her night would be like when she got home.

But she knew it was dead-on accurate.

"Okay. Tomorrow, then," she finally said, a little giggle verifying the woman's estimation of her activities when she got home. "And the workshops were fantastic!"

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