Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Last night I decided that it was time for me to learn prostate massage. I mean, I knew the general idea of it, and I’ve had my finger up guys’ butts before, but I didn’t know if I had found the prostate or not.

I went looking online for instructions and a few websites (wikipedia and the very hippy sacred spot massage) were useful. I decided to look further for videos, but didn’t turn up any that really showed what to do. They ranged from unintentionally humorous, to just plain bizarre (a song in French about touching a prostate). And unfortunately now I can’t find the one with the candid gay man who gave a good description of what to do. (Wait! I had twittered it - here it is.)

So we went into the bedroom after my internet exploration and I grabbed the lube. MasterDoc got on his hands and knees with his ass in the air. I lubed my finger and then gently lubed his asshole. He tried to direct me and it seemed like I couldn’t get my finger in quite far enough. I tried my middle finger, and it was uncomfortable because of how my other fingers were stretched from each other. We tried again with him on his back, and this time I felt a nubby bit that was the prostate, but still I couldn’t get my finger in quite far enough. I did press on it, stroke it, per MasterDoc’s instructions but I was only reaching the edge of it. *sigh* I was disappointed that my first foray into prostate massage was such a bust. It did feel good for MasterDoc, but I wasn’t quite in the right place. For next time, he suggests I put my first two fingers in together, as that might be more comfortable.

(The part I’ve left out is the initial time I put my finger in last night, and how I felt poo in there and objected. So MasterDoc graciously consented to give himself an enema and cleaned himself all out before we resumed playing. I suppose I should mention it so other people know that, well, shit happens.