Still being as bored as bat shit, I decided to start a series about those firsts we often have whilst reading.
This can be anything from the first genre, the first theme, the first scenario, etc, etc and, because I’m nosy, I thought it would interesting to share with each other what we might have thought about the firsts then and what we may think about them now.
As it seems to be a fave with a certain US redhead and it definitely is in every other m/m romance I’m reading at the moment, I thought there was no better place to start than with, you guessed it, rimming!
I’m honest enough to admit that my reading of erotica and of m/m romance has sometimes felt like a crash course in sex ed. To begin with, I skimmed the parts of the book where I had no friggin’ idea what was going on. *Hell, yes, I was once that innocent.*
Phil moved the sensual assault down Brandon’s spine, leaving a trail of heated kisses and long, rough laps of his tongue. Brandon shifted to allow his cock more room, the shaft rising to full engorgement by the time Phil had slid down to taste Brandon’s ass.
A wet jab at his asshole made Brandon jerk and push back, encouraging more of the same. Phil ignored the silent request and lavished a series of licks and sucking kisses over the sensitive crease and the puckered skin around Brandon’s entrance.
Spreading his legs wider, Brandon clenched the sheets and held on. He knew once Phil started eating him out, it would be a slow, agonizingly delightful event that would leave him on the verge of coming. Phil wouldn’t stop until he had Brandon begging for more. And Brandon knew he would. Nobody rimmed like Phil did. No one made him feel the way this man did.
Yes, I was squicked. Having said that, one of the reasons I was in this case was because the relationship between Phil and Brandon was shitty to say the least.
The second time I noticed rimming was in a short story by T A Chase. In this, the protags used cling/saran/plastic wrap for protection. Healthy, yes. But was it sexy?? Errr…
Now, a couple of years of reading later, I enjoy the smexiness of a good rimming scene from my safe little bubble of assumptions. Developed here, these are:
Rimming assumption #1: It’s clean.
Rimming assumption #2: Farting and other bowel movements have not ever happened from this arse. Ever.
Rimming assumption #3: It’s not only clean, but has been waxed, polished and buffed.
Rimming assumption #4: Looks and smells like a rosebud and tastes like strawberries.
So, that’s me, but what about you? What was your rimming first? What did you think of it then and what do you think now?
C’mon. ‘Fess up. No one’s gonna take the piss out of you *much* here. 🙂
Sharing's not the same as plagiarism is it? Just checking.
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HMM licking from the belly button down the happy trail is hot but I stop from the wrap around near the butt butt
Of course you know I meant “excrete,” and the Happy Thanksgiving was for wholesome fellow Americans. 🙂
(Actually, we had French silk pie for dessert. I'm pumpkin pied out.)
EH, I reread a couple of keepers last night – yep, including The Assignment, lol – and was quite surprised that nearly all of them had rimming scenes and nearly all were from the givers perspective.
These weren't ewwy ones for me. One was a fave friends-to-lovers story, Out of My Mind by M L Rhodes. *sigh* So good.
KBC: I don't think we will ever convince you, Katiebabs chook. Not until we find a book that hits all you happy buttons that is. 😉
KZ: Wholesome? You?? *bites lip*
OK, I must admit, rimming is one of my “I just wouldn't go there, but it must feel really good to receive in a secret forbidden fantasy way” kind of things. And in an “all your assumptions and a huge handheld shower douche having been undertaken up the arse ahead of time” kind of way.
Cause clean skin may be clean skin. But things travel on the inside, ya know. {{{shudder}}}
“Cause clean skin may be clean skin. But things travel on the inside, ya know. {{{shudder}}}”
Fuck, Lori. It's 6 AM in the morning here. I'm sick as a dog and now, because of the metal image I have, want to throw up. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
*sends brain bleach and strong virtual drugs*
*uses bleach for the throw up and downs drugs*
We aim to please 🙂 Feel better!
*pouts*
I admit; i'm a m/m virgin. I just can't get over wanting to put your thingy there. Ha! Yes, I said thingy. Heh. Sorry, took a sleeping pill and it's made me goofy.
that being said…the idea of rimming grosses me out. One of my fave books Breaking The Silence (m/f) has a ATM scene that almost ruined the book for me. I know what comes out of mine. Having someone put their mouth there? Ew!
Excuse me, I think I threw up a little. Eck!
Bridget 🙂 I understand your hesitation, especially about rimming.
There are some really good non-explicit m/m stories where everything happens off page. The one I gave to my own Mumma to try was Sean Kennedy's Tigers & Devils. She felt very comfortable reading it because there was no explicit sex in it at all. No pressure though, hun. Just a suggestion. 🙂