Okay, full disclosure, I’ve been going back and forth for literally three days about whether I should even post this…but whatever, you guys deserve the tea. Just a heads up, it does not have a cute ending, so you’ve been warned.
So I’ve been wearing my plug every single day for pretty much all of February, and I decided I deserved a little reward. A bigger plug. I did my research, went a little crazy, and ended up getting a Doc Johnson Hitch on the recommendation of @Anal-is-Art.
It arrived on Wednesday. I was so excited, my hands were literally shaking when I opened it. But then… a major reality check. This thing is SO. HUGE. Like alarmingly big. At least for little old me. But I was determined, obviously.
After my last class on Thursday, I practically sprinted home to my apartment. I knew I had an hour window before any of my 3 roommates would be back, so I grabbed all my stuff, a towel, and my lube. I went to the bathroom for a quick clean out, then I laid my supplies out on the floor of my room: first my little Maude cone butt plug, then my Tracy’s Dog purple thrusting dildo, and then.., the Hitch. Closed the blinds, locked my door, stripped down, and put on some Outlander. It was go time.
I started slow, a ton of lube and just a finger. Then in went the cone. It slides in sooooo easy now, tbh I sometimes have trouble keeping it in now, which is why I needed the upgrade. I just played with that for a bit, popping it in and out while I watched my show until there was literally zero resistance. Time to size up to the dildo.
The purple thrusting dildo is my fave rn, it’s long enough to get me almost as deep as my partner does. I actually don’t even really use the thrusting, I like to get up on my tiptoes and just bounce on it myself. I kept adding lube and bouncing until I’d reached the knot and my legs were shaking.
By this point I was suuuuper wet, but I knew I had to be fully relaxed if I was gonna even attempt the Hitch. I had been trying to hold off, but finally decided to give myself a little… you know. A little rub. When I was right there, on the edge, I knew it was now or never. I lubed up the big boy and got ready to take the biggest thing that has ever been in my ass.
I got it so,so slippery. Lube was everywhere…all over my hands, the toys, the towel. I crouched down on it. My heels hit the floor and I knew I had to go even lower, so I spread my knees into a W and sank down. OMG. The stretch was insane. I was literally seeing stars. It got to that point where I could tell it might turn into the bad kind of pain, so I pulled off for a moment. I could feel myself gaping, so I reached back with both hands and stretched myself open wider. And I think that’s when I knew I wasn’t backing down. I lowered myself down again, and it was a stretch like I have never, ever felt. I wanted it all. I knew I could do it. So I bit my lip and just pushed down.
My ass cheeks pressed the floor around the massive plug. I nearly passed out as I felt my hole just… swallow it. I got so lightheaded, my heart was pounding. Luckily I had enough sense to reach for my clit. I barely even touched it and that was it. I collapsed backwards, arching my back as I came. I just lay there for probably five minutes, subtly shifting my hips and just enjoying this incredible, insane fullness. But I couldn’t lay there forever because my roommates would be home soon.
I decided to take it out on the toilet, just in case of a mess, you know? So I straddled the toilet, facing the tank. The Hitch has this diamond base, but I didn’t realize it would create a little suction on the toilet seat. So, naturally, I started rocking my hips again to feel it inside me, and next thing I know I’m getting off for a second time in my bathroom.
It was when I finally stood up to actually take it out that things went sideways.
There, on the toilet seat, was a wet, red mark. Blood. My heart started pounding again, but this time it was that bad, panicky hammering. Without thinking, I reached back and just pulled as hard as I could. Definitely not my smartest move, but I was low-key panicking. I think I had so much adrenaline that it came out pretty easy, but when I sat back down, the toilet bowl was just filled with red. When I wiped, it wasn’t just a little spotting, it was a full red smear.
At this point, I was like, “Okay, I might need to go to the ER.” So I went and threw on some panties and a pad and got dressed. Outlander was still playing, so I knew I hadn’t hit my one-hour window yet. I pushed my toys under my bed and started rehearsing what I was going to say to the doctor when I felt the urge to go to the bathroom again. This time, there was less red, so I did a quick meditation to calm myself down and decided to just wait and see a bit longer.
I lied to my roommates and told them I was having a super bad period to explain why I was in the bathroom all night. By the morning, things had pretty much cleared up. I’ve had no long term or permanent pain. So everything is fine.
But let me tell you I have NOT been feeling very sexy the last couple of days. My plan is to take several days off, and then reintroduce the Hitch but MUCH slower this time. This girl has learned her lesson: never let your eyes get bigger than your asshole!
