My Very Own Cock

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“Penis, Dick, Willy, Cock, Schlong, Member, Johnson, Manhood, Prick, Wood, Heat seeking Moisture Missile (my advice is never call it this) Todger, Knob….” This is how Molly set the prompt of Penis for Kink Of The Week and as I have something of a fetish for all things penile I wanted to join in. I like to think I’m a bit of a connoisseur, much like I am with coffee. No, I’m not fussy! Just particular. I’m a lucky lady whose owner has equipment that exceeds my desires– both in dimensions and skilled usage. He also lets me out to play, and so I’ve a a carefully curated list of bonus men who tick the right boxes too. But it’s not these that I want to talk about. This is a post about enjoying my very own cock.

But it’s not just penis owners that float my boat.

I love pussy too. More than that, I love to fuck them with my very own cock. Strap on at the ready I love to slide in, build up the pace. Doggy style works best for me, the base building pressure in my clitoris. Often we’ll come together, collapsing in a sweaty heap on the cushions and covers.

Recently Betty’s Toy Box sent me a new cock.

The King Cock Squirting Eight Inch dildo with balls (have I mentioned I love testicles too?) With fifteen cm of insertible length, and a hearty circumference of almost sixteen cm (the diameter measures five cm) I thought I’d be in for a treat. Add in the impending explosion of spunk inside me as the toy “finished” and I think it’s fair to say I was excited to get started.

Running my fingers up and down the length, I traced the veins.

My delicate touch met with the detailing and sent shivers up my arm, lighting the touch paper of desire. Memories of smooth skinned dicks of lusty evenings passed perhaps intensifying things. (Is this how it feels when you play with yourself? If you have a penis, please let me know in the comments.)

Sliding the lubricated tip inside, nudging it between my puffy labia I teased myself. The glans just big enough to agitate my muscles upon withdrawal, making them needy for more. The veins providing sensory feedback for my slick interior, lighting up the nerve endings and making everything come alive.

It wasn’t until I was ploughing my depths, caught in the rapture of a cervix being painted with cum, that I knew…

If I had a cock, I’d want one exactly like this.

The size, for one. Long enough to bump against my cervix repeatedly, without causing pain. Big enough to stretch your vaginal walls apart, but not so big that I can’t go to town with it. And with balls (or a squirting bulb) brimming with spunky delights.

The website says that due to the placement of the bulb it’s not suitable for strap on play. I don’t like being told something is not possible so… I may have tried it out.

More than once.

(Thanks to Rico for being so patient with me.)

I experienced premature ejaculation on our first attempt. But still hard, and now flooded internally I got to experience the “sloppy seconds” sensation (that I don’t get to enjoy because sexual health is more important than kinks) from the giving perspective. I also got to laugh at the gurgling of the internal fanny farts which had elicited more than a giggle when using solo. As much as I’m approaching forty I still have a fairly juvenile sense of humour at times.

When Rico and I got the chance to hook up again, I didn’t add the bulb immediately.

Taking my time, creating my pleasure, fucking his tight little arse with my thick, veiny shaft. This girl can really go to town with her cock, and as my body lit up with the pleasure I paused, rubbing my thumb over my clit as I stretched my cock away. Continuing to crest the wave as I inserted the bulb. Tip oozing with pre cum as I nestled the protruding bulb between my labia which, luckily, stopped the bulb pressing into me. Shivering with anticipation I lined up the tip of my cock up, gliding in with one smooth move before pulling out and repeating. Building the pace. One, two, three pumps, four, five… One satisfying orgasm flooding my body as I unloaded into Rico, who silently took what he was given.

So, maybe, the team at Betty’s Toy Box had a point. The insertion of the ball mid-way through fucking makes it unlikely I’d use it that way again. Especially with a sexy human riding my shaft. But what if I thought that was OK?

Because it won’t always be others receiving my cock.

Unlike a real penis, I can detach mine. Remove my very own cock from it’s harness and turn its attentions on myself.

I will always use condoms with my playmates, any insertable is included in this. Given that this my new cock is made of PVC- Phthalate Free but still porous, do check out Betty’s material information page to learn more- I would be unable to ensure sterilisation. Fluid bonding isn’t an preference for me, so I’d sheath up anyway. Which makes the cervical splatter just for me. And it is nice to keep some things for myself.

Do I wish I had my very own real cock?

No! It took so long to fall in love with myself, to reclaim my pronouns and proudly embrace pleasure in as many forms as possible. And while it can be slightly frustrating not to be able to feel the muscles gripping me as I fuck lovers, I wouldn’t want to be without the ability to experience multiple orgasms. Or the powerful, blended climaxes from anal, vaginal and clitoral stimulation. Yes, I’d love to be able to feel the sensations along my shaft but it’s perfectly OK that I can’t. Because I can imagine them, and build in my own, anotomically correct way. And the clitoral orgasms I experience from strapping on a penis, taking control and giving what I love to receive… That’s a super power I don’t want to be without.

I wouldn’t normally post a review to Kink Of The Week, but prior to the prompt testing had me fantasising about having my very own cock. If you’d like to enjoy one of these toys, the King Cock 8″ Squirting Dildo is available from Betty’s Toy Box for $69.99 at the time of publishing.