I have a vagina but I enjoy receiving anal sex. I go to a Christian therapist (not my choice; long story) and she says I'm surrendering to a life of "anal anguish" over "vaginal victory"
I think what draws me to Venom as a character so much is the concept of being forced to be so intimate with someone else.
To occupy the same body as someone else, for them to literally be able to read your thoughts and memories? How chilling would that be, how embarrassing, how anxiety-inducing. Yet seeing all the things you don't say, all the things you hide from others, only intrigues them. Knowing you so intimately only makes them love you more.
You try to edge your werewolf boyfriend for an entire week (with him on board) just to see what happens at the end of it. But you guys only make it three days. You walk in to find him on his back on the bedroom floor. He's half-turned from sheer arousal and humping the air; growling, whimpering, and glassy-eyed as he buries his nose into a pair of your underwear. You let your presence be known, willingly giving yourself to whatever comes next. He grabs you and all but shoves you face down onto the bed. Clawed hands tear through both layers of your bottoms like butter. His mouth is instantly at your hole, his tongue lapping and fucking its way inside. And it isn't long before his cock, raging and streaming with slick precum, plunges into you. He thrusts like an animal, grunting and moaning loudly. Any coherent word he can manage is laced with guttural snarls. When you're stuffed with his knot and audibly sloshing with cum, you hear his rough voice in your ear, sheepish but satisfied:
"I-uh...yeah, I didn't get very far into starting the laundry."