What Sex With a Condom Feels Like

After giving them up for years, I started using them again

I did my fair share of irresponsible things when I was a teenager, but unprotected sex wasn’t one them.

I tried most drugs I could get my hands on. I turned down anything that seemed too risky or addictive, but I took just about anything that promised to be psychedelic.

I’ve shoplifted bras and makeup when I felt outraged at how heavily marked up women’s products were.

One time, I took up my friend’s challenge and drag raced him down a stretch of highway at night. I only hit the brakes when I heard a police siren behind me.

But I never once considered letting a guy inside me unless he sheathed his cock first.

I knew all about the risk of sexually transmitted infections and I wasn’t going to take that chance. And even though I wanted to be a mom someday, I didn’t want it to happen in my teens.

Because I’m a planner, I always kept condoms on me. The last thing I wanted was to be feeling horny, jonesing for physical connection, and not be able to get fucked good and proper because the guy who turned me on wasn’t packing any protection.

I made sure to carry different sizes, too. If I encountered anyone on either side of the average, I’d be ready.

I got to use plenty of those condoms, and I never thought twice about it. To me, that was just sex.

I knew porn had plenty of raw fucking. Some of my friends stopped using condoms with their boyfriends, too.

But I also knew that sex felt good. Like, really fucking good. Feeling a condomed cock pumping inside me was a blissful sensation. I lived for it. I craved it whenever I went too long without it.

As far as I knew, the only downside to using a condom was that you had to take a quick break to put it on. That never felt unsexy to me, though. It was an opportunity to let the anticipation build, which I find really hot. I got to wait for them to unroll it over their stiff dicks while I bit my lip, waiting for that cock to slowly slide into my pussy.

I didn’t have plans to do it any differently. But then I found myself in a deeply committed, extremely horny relationship with a guy who had a very tight foreskin.

His Dick Was Unusual

Mr. Austin’s dick was the first one to make me come.

It was also the only one I couldn’t finish off.

He has a condition known as phimosis, which means that his foreskin is very tight. He couldn’t unsheathe his cock, especially when it was hard. It was permanently encased.

It also wasn’t terribly sensitive. On top of the phimosis, and maybe because of it, he also had death grip. Making him come took a lot more vigor, pressure, and speed than I could reasonably deliver.

No matter how hard we fucked, no matter how long he spent inside me, he would never reach a climax.

I jokingly called his tight foreskin a flesh condom. After a while, that started to feel less like a joke and more like a perk.

I was on the pill and all the other girls I knew in a committed relationship were also getting fucked raw and relying on their birth control. I was the one with the boyfriend who couldn’t come, so condoms started to seem like a wasteful expense.

We were monogamous and committed. Even our threesomes and foursomes had stuck to manual and oral sex only. So, the risk of STIs was low.

Pregnancy seemed very unlikely, too. The pull out method is surprisingly effective, and what I had going on was even better.

So, I gave them up. For the first time, I got to feel what it was like to have an unsheathed cock inside me.

I can’t remember how it felt, exactly. I’m sure it felt amazing, but his dick always did.

Condom-free sex was our new normal. Eventually, I went off the pill so I could get pregnant — something that was a little tricky considering I couldn’t make him come.

For a little over ten years, it was nothing but unprotected sex for us.

But that changed a few months ago.

That Familiar Latex Feeling

After going off the pill, I decided not to return to it.

It’s a hormonal treatment, and some women can handle that but I suffer from hormonal imbalances. I’m undergoing hormone replacement therapy to even myself out, and I don’t want to take anything that could mess with my progress.

But I also have zero interest in getting pregnant again. Getting knocked up by accident is one thing when you don’t have kids but know you’d eventually like to start a family. It’s a lot less appealing when you already have four and you’re not so sure you could handle another.

Mr. Austin’s flesh condom isn’t as reliable as it once was, either.

He has been working on his phimosis and making some progress. He can now retract it easily when he’s soft and pull it back further than he could before when he’s erect.

He’s also been using strokers to improve his death grip and has made some definite progress in that department, too. I still can’t make him come with my pussy, but he’s noticeably more sensitive and it could happen at any moment.

So, when we we were ordering sex toys a few months ago, we decided to add a few boxes of condoms to the cart.

They’re a temporary measure — he’ll eventually get a vasectomy. And they’re not something we use all the time. But when I’m in my fertile window, I don’t want to take any chances.

I don’t remember the first time he fucked me without a condom. But I can very clearly remember that first night he used one again. After all the friskiness and foreplay, he walked over to the drawer where we keep our lubes and took a condom from it. He tore open the wrapper, unrolled it over his dick, and slid it inside me.

The sensation was immediately familiar. Until that moment, I couldn’t quite remember what it felt like to be fucked with a condom, but it all came back like a vivid memory.

The difference was clear. He didn’t slide in as smoothly as he usually did. His cock didn’t feel as warm or as soft, either.

It sort of felt like his cock was encased in a balloon — which I guess it sort of was.

I hate to admit it, but I was a bit disappointed at first. I’ve been spoiled by years and years of raw doggin’ it and this just didn’t feel quite as good.

It was much better when we added lube and got things really wet. It still wasn’t as smooth, but it barely mattered. It was intensely stimulating like it always is, every thrust still felt like an amazing jolt of pleasure, and his cock could make me come repeatedly no matter how many layers of latex were covering it.

We’ve been using condoms ever since, at least around ovulation. There’s a difference for sure, but it’s not a significant one. I do prefer getting fucked without it. But I also very much would prefer not to get pregnant again, so it’s more than worth it.

Condoms really don’t make that much of a difference. A guy will give you amazing sex or he won’t — the condom has nothing to do with it.

You do lose some of the subtle sensations that you get from having a bare cock inside you, but none of the pleasure. In the end, that’s really all that matters.

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