In my wild adventurous sexual youth, I decided that it was time to explore unknown territory and utilise a butt plug. Excitedly, I ran to the sex shop and picked out the prettiest one I could find, because of course only pretty things should be put up my poop dispenser.

Little did I know that pretty did not always equate functional. The butt plug I had so enthusiastically chosen did not have much of a base for which to hold itself on the rim of my anus, however I would not learn the impracticality of this until much later.

That night, I gathhered my boyfriend, roommate, and her boyfriend and we all proceeded to play strip twister and get outrageously drunk on bourbon. Half an hour later and once clothing from everyone had been shed, I decided it was as appropriate time to try out my butt plug. I grab my boyfriend and haul him off to the bedroom where I proceed to entice him in my drunken stupour, and we begin to do the sex. I then produce my newly purchased buttplug and enthusiastically put it in my butt. At first this is all kinds of good and I'm wondering why I hadn't done this before. Then I start to think that it doesn't even feel like it's there, which is so weird.

However, after a bit of searching, I realise it actually isn't there. I stop my boyfriend from Pistoning and have him look around on the bed, where we cannot find the buttplug. To my amazement and shock, I realise I have lost the butt plug. In my anus. It's gone into the depths.

I was in no state to retrieve it, after having consumed most of the bourbon, and so my heroic, brave, and terrific man proceeds to delve into the abyss and find the buttplug. A few knuckled later he says he can feel it, but will have to go in deeper to actually grab it. At this point, I'm too far gone to care and am thinking that we may as well as have if he can fit his hand in there.

Low and behold, he pulls it out a few minutes later and I am free. Then we had anal. It was great. I don't use butt plugs anymore we though.