How Cloning Our ‘Privates’ Boosted Our Confidence
My boyfriend and I made casts of each other for fun—but it did a lot more than making us laugh.
We can all get stuck in patterns, especially when we find ourselves in steady relationships. Then, we might repeat the same dates, again and again, from a lack of options, ideas, or time.
My partner and I make a conscious effort to challenge habits and are committed never to end up where we’ve been in past relationships; on the couch and glued to the screen.
Of course, there’s no reason to reinvent the wheel every time; certain things just work, such as long chats over wine or a shared meal, lazy breakfasts, aimless walks—or sex, of course. But sometimes it’s fun to switch it up. As I wrote about in my guide to dating at home, there’s so much fun you can get up to without even leaving the house, and without spending a ton of money either.
Have you, for example, thought about making plaster casts of each other’s most intimate body parts? I hadn’t really either—not until Jay suggested it last week. We did it, and here’s how it went:
First, my boyfriend is a man of action; when he has an idea he doesn’t ponder it for ages, instead, he quickly evaluates and either immediately scraps, or takes the necessary steps to make it come to life. If he says he’s going to do something, he always does. This is a wonderful quality that builds trust and gives a feeling of safety—it also makes for a ton of fun since we both happen to have a myriad of silly ideas.
So, when he showed me a picture of someone who’d made a cast of their girlfriend’s vulva and said: Wow, that’s so cool, I wanna do that with you, I wasn’t shocked when a few days later he announced that he had the supplies ready to go. Weekend plans, check!
I hardly say no to any event involving nudity in combination with guaranteed laughter, and this sounded like one of those. I was GGG (good, game, and giving, as coined by iconic sex columnist Dan Savage), with one demand:
—As long as I get to cast your penis too!
I’m sure you can guess his answer; we do practice equality around here. You clone my privates, I clone yours.
Saturday morning, after breakfast and some light grooming to ensure there were not too many stray hairs to get caught in the alginate—the material we were using to cast—we got cooking.
How to cast a cunt
(Side note: I adore the word ‘cunt’ and abhor it as an insult, thus, I’m using it as a word of respect and adoration. ‘Vulva’ is fine too, but I find it too tame. ‘Pussy’ is cute, but ‘cunt’ has power—all hail the cunt!)
I was up first, so I stripped down and found a position that I could easily hold for the ten minutes the casting mixture takes to set. I decided I’d sit on my knees with my legs spread wide, on top of a yoga mat. Since the alginate is liquid to start, the challenge was finding a container to hold it that would also fit between my legs and allow me to submerge myself into it. We ended up with a small, paper bowl that we cut slightly shallower to get the right shape.
He then mixed the ingredients, poured them in, and placed the container under me. The cold, sticky goop sent a jolt through me as it touched my most sensitive parts, but I quickly got used to it and found it rather pleasant. Together we held it, using all four of our hands, to keep it steady. We passed the time making out until the alarm went off.
Done! The whole ordeal was fairly easy and straight forward, and curiously it turned me on quite a bit. Something about being naked, teased, and kissed, while dipped in wetness—but unable to touch or be touched — added a feeling of suspense.
The cast itself didn’t reveal what the final result would look like, but it seemed promising, so we stirred together the plaster of Paris, poured it in, and hoped for the best.
Making a penis cast
We immediately realized that this would propose a whole different set of challenges: First of all, we wanted to cast him in an erect state as it would produce a more impressive sculpture—and doing that would demand some multi-tasking. Creating an erection wasn’t the issue, but maintaining it while mixing, pouring, and then descend it into cold liquid—and further, keeping said erection for ten minutes to get a good imprint—that sounded a bit daunting.
Without owning one myself, I have enough knowledge of how penises function to understand that this could pose a challenge to even the most virile of studs. Cold is not a hard penis’ best friend—especially when it can’t be touched, and even more so when you have to remain in one, rather awkward, position for a while. But, we optimistically gave it our best.
For the cast, we decided on a large, plastic juice bottle with the neck cut off. We set everything up and got started. Once the mixture is blended you only have a couple of minutes until it starts to congeal, so it’s important to act fast.
As soon as I got my man naked and hard we moved into the kitchen. At that point, we improvised and realized that the best way to go about it was for me to keep stimulating him while he mixed the alginate. Everything that happened from then on was a sight fit for comedy: As he stirred and poured, I got on my knees to give him my best oral action—in between giggles. Then, with his dick stuck in a bottle filled with wet slop, we shuffled into the living room to continue the experiment.
— Are you still hard? — I don’t know… I think so, I can’t tell cus it’s so cold.
Ok, time to get to work! The things you do for art…
He wanted me to dance naked for him, which I will happily do on occasion, but this time, looking at him with his hard-on in a bottle, I knew I’d do nothing but laugh hysterically.
I started kissing him and nibbling on his earlobes instead; it gets him every time. He pulled my hair, bit my neck, pinched, and twisted my nipples until I squirmed and yelped; it always gets both of us. Eventually, it got so hot that I wanted to rip the whole thing off and get down to it, but we stuck to the plan and waited until my alarm rung—which it never did because in the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten to press start.
Eventually, we decided it was time and wiggled him out of his entrapment. The result looked like skin-colored dough with a hole in it and we didn’t have high hopes. Because of the natural angle of the penis, the cast imprint was only millimeters from the edge of one side of the bottle and we figured we’d lost a bit of detail.
Still, we poured the plaster and waited. In truth, we didn’t actually sit around spinning our thumbs; after that highly alternative, yet equally hot foreplay, we had some unfinished business to take care of. I’ll leave that to the imagination…
Conclusion and results
I really do wish I could post the result-photos here because they were amazing. But, that would come very close to showing you a spread-eagle nude-selfie, and my bf’s dick pic—had we painted ourselves white—and those are two more things best left to the imagination. The amount of detail picked up by the alginate was incredible and we both marveled at the ability to see every pore, wrinkle, and vein.
—Wow, I’ve never seen my penis 3D from underneath before… —Ooo, I actually like how my inner labia looks from this angle…
I think we were both a tad nervous about having ourselves revealed to us in this way, but that worry proved unwarranted. Instead, we admired both ourselves and each other. And while I’ve never had a huge issue with how I look down there, I felt a new sense of acceptance, and even delight, in seeing myself this way.
A few minor things did go wrong though; my cast had an air bubble that could probably have been avoided by pushing myself a bit deeper into the liquid. We also didn’t think too much about how to stand these sculptures, so if, or rather when we do this again, we’ll figure out how to add extra material to the bases to make them stand.
On that note, where do you put a sculpture of your intimate parts? Jay still insists on painting me gold and placing me on display in his living room. This is currently under debate… Do I place him on my ‘sex altar’ in my bedroom under my Kama Sutra poster? Probably. Though he might have to hide in the closet when my parents come to visit.
Regardless of what you do with your results, I can wholeheartedly recommend this experiment to all the curious, creative ‘weirdos’ out there. Not only was it way more fun—and hot—than I had expected, but it also brought on a sense of self-acceptance that I had not anticipated.
So, if you’re looking for an alternative date or weekend activity, perhaps something to pass time while you’re still cooped up in isolation, why not clone your favorite body parts?
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