I never pictured myself as an ‘anal’ kind of girl. I always had misconceptions about it. I thought it was dirty and something that would be terribly painful. I can remember back when I thought it was disgusting and anytime the old man asked me to, my direct and immediate answer was always no.

It wasn’t until a few years back when it accidentally happened that I stumbled into anal sex. It was one of those times when we were really into it and some slippage happened and hello! We were there already so we kept going. I have to admit, the first few times were uncomfortable. I did not enjoy myself, however I was pleased that my partner did. I continued with this from time to time to keep him happy, whilst I grimaced at the idea of having to partake in anal sex. Amazing enough I continued and a while longer down the road and a little bit of whiskey later… I realized the potential of anal sex and opened the flood gates to something inside me that craved it.

We had a few (or more) drinks that night. Some good ole whiskey and we were ready to buck like rabbits. We were on the couch and I was on top. My man pulled himself out of me and aimed right for my ass. I still remember saying, “I don’t think I can do that.” He said I could. Okay? So I went with it. I tried it. With a little ease and taking my time I accomplished cowgirl anal sex and then it happened. I enjoyed anal sex for the very first time and have been running full throttle towards it ever since. I have since tried toys, plugs, and various positions. I still have to admit, there is something about controlling myself that always makes it more enjoyable.

Over the last year, I fell into a slump again. I had a load of emotional and health problems. Stress was high and sex levels were way down. I was laying in the bed the other day thinking about how just overnight I took away all the fun from our bedroom. The anal sex stopped, the oral sex stopped, and the wild sex turned into fast quickies. I could not believe how boring I had gotten. This was not like me! I laid there thinking about how a man felt when he went from having basically anything he could want in bed, back to nil. I was determined to get out of my slump and spice things up again.

I was taking a hot bubble bath a couple of days ago and picked up my book The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women and read it for what seemed like an hour. As I turned each page again I was more open this time. I stuck myself to every word and soaked it all up. I still admire this book so much because it has so much insight and determination. The goal is to unmask anal sex for what it is. Nothing dirty, wrong, or painful; but rather something that is beautiful, exhilarating, and emotionally connective. The book was right too. Any set of lovers can have traditional sex and enjoy the pleasure as others do. However, anal sex is a new bond all in its self. I feel like I give everything to my partner when I offer my ass unto him and the connection is indescribable. I set my book down, drained the tub, and went about my evening as usual. Later that evening we were laying in bed and things went sexy. I was laying face down on our bed enjoying him thrust against me. I still don’t know what hit me and I am sure he doesn’t either, but I planted my hands on the bed, forced myself up and with the quick action of a roll I was on top of him and aiming his shaft straight for my ass. I enjoyed it. I missed it.

I shudder to think how many women still believe anal sex is dirty and painful like I did when I was a little younger. If only they knew. I almost let it go again myself. I am glad that I was able to find solace in a book and shift it back in overdrive. Who knew a guide would have that much of a turn-around in my life? I didn’t. I still think it is amazing what the inspiration of a book can do. And of all things it did, and all things strange… a book brought me back to anal paradise.