Queer Girl's Guide To Strap-Ons 101

For our eighteen month anniversary, my girlfriend and I bought each other something we had talked about getting for a long time - a glorious strap-on. I want to say from the get-go that I am definitely not in the camp where I believe that anything phallic does not belong in the bedroom of two women. I would certainly say that I am not that big a fan of phallic appendages in the bedroom in real life, but I believe toys can definitely be heaps of fun in the bedroom, on top of the things we can do with what nature gave us! Don't get me wrong, I don't think they are in any way necessary for your favourite hot girl-on-girl time but they are just one more thing to play around with in the boudoir!

So we bought one and it was an eye-opener for both of us. The process of choosing what to get is so much more complicated than I ever would have thought, let alone working out how to use it! When it all comes together though, I can tell you, it's really something else. I did things to her that I never thought were even possible.

We had actually bought a strap-on previously, probably about four months ago. We bought it in a beginner's kit to strap-ons that provided the harness and the dildo, and were absolutely repulsed by it when we got it home and got it out of the packaging. It smelt, it flopped around, it was just honestly awful. So I wanted to put together this guide on how we chose the first proper one we bought, along with a guide on what to do with the damn thing once you've bought it (plus a few things I tried out on the dear GF that you can try at home).

The Second Time She Came Home

The first time she came home we went down south to pick her up, it was only a three hour drive but it was the most amazing thing to have her back in my arms. But I think it's the second weekend that she came home that I remember the most vividly.

It was the weekend of our eighteen month anniversary (not really an anniversary I know, but shut up okay!) and her division had duty, but she swapped her shift in Saturday with a co-worker and got her leave approved to come back up for the weekend. We had a friend's birthday dinner that evening by coincidence and so I went to pick her up from the train station.

Answer To A Prayer

She's coming home. She told me a few weeks ago but I haven't actually written those words until now just because it hasn't quite felt real. She's coming home, guys. She told me all along that she'll come home to me and she kept her promise. It won't be until July because she's determined to finish basic training as a challenge to herself, but after that she's going to hand in her resignation.

She's coming home and I'm just so overwhelmed I can't even describe how I'm feeling. Eternally grateful that I have someone that loves me that much to come home to me. Loved and able to love her. Excited for all the future adventures we can plan. Impatient that July isn't here already. A tiny bit anxious that she won't be able to come home for some reason in the future and wanting her to come home now, but the overwhelming feeling is gratitude. Towards her, towards the universe. Towards whatever fucked up plan is in motion that means these six months will be plugged into some story that I have no idea what the ending is.

But she's coming home, guys. She's coming home. Those words have never been sweeter.

Edit: God I am so sappy right now, I'm actually making myself nauseous.