It’s delightful when someone pitches me a guest blog idea that has never been covered on the blog before, so when today’s anonymous contributor (who has written beautifully before about butt plugs and prostate orgasms) offered to write about intimate jewellery, I leapt at the chance. The subtle hotness of jewellery that is hidden somewhere no one else can see is incredible, especially when that jewellery has extra-special significance…
Intimate jewellery – I wear a wedding ring… just not on my finger
I’ve never liked the feeling of a ring. I tolerate a watch, because it’s useful, but not a ring. I can constantly feel that it’s there, in a most irritating way. It interferes with my typing.
But not my wedding ring. I can still feel that, but it feels great. It doesn’t interfere with my typing, because it’s not on my finger: it’s on my dick.
Three different rings
When you think of a cock ring, you probably envisage something which encircles your scrotum and dick, with a goal of impeding blood flow and sustaining an erection. And, sure, they are common. But they are not the only types of ring for the discerning penis owner.
I pick and choose from three different types of ring. Some times one, some times two, rarely all three at once.
One is a three quarters ring (i.e. not quite a full loop), with a solid ball at each end. It fits snugly under my glans, with the balls either side of my frenulum.
I’m not circumcised, and my foreskin slides over the top of it so, from the outside, unless you were really looking for it – for the two tell-tale bumps of the balls – you wouldn’t know it was there.
Well, except for the time that I walked through a metal detector scanner, forgetting it was there… but that’s another story.
At first, I was very conscious that I had a ring tucked under my glans. It was alien and distracting. Now, I can feel it is there, especially if I am moving about, but its sensations are gentle, almost teasing, and still wonderfully erotic.
This is the ring I wear the most and I happily wear it almost the whole time. It comes off for washing, obviously, and I don’t wear it when having PIV sex or when masturbating – it’s not comfortable for that – so I guess it is less of a sex toy than it is erotic or intimate jewellery.
My second ring is perhaps closer to a traditional wedding band.
Worn on the shaft of the penis – and, depending on flaccidity, that can be from somewhere near my balls to somewhere closer to the glans – it’s a complete ring, of reasonably heavy metal.
Unlike the first ring, there’s nothing subtle about this. It doesn’t tease, but tugs. It constantly reminds me of its presence. And, were I to pull my dick out at a urinal while wearing it, it would most definitely be visible.
That’s not up my street – I’m not an exhibitionist, and these rings are for me.
This one took more trial and error, to find one which is neither too tight nor too loose, and different sizes work better on different days – the colder the day, the smaller the ring!
My third ring is a more traditional worn-round-the-cock-and-balls cock ring. But this one is a larger size than I would pick if constriction was the goal. I don’t wear it to restrict blood flow, but just to feel good. And boy does it feel good.
Again made of metal, and curved for a more comfortable fit, this – like my first glans ring – is one which I can wear quite happily all day and night, just removing it to wash. I wouldn’t wear a constricting ring for anything like that period of time – a priapism doesn’t sound pleasant.
I’ve no idea how common this is. Perhaps, as I stand waiting for a train, most of the other penis owners on the platform are doing the same, their junk bejewelled.
Or perhaps this is uncommon. For sure, when one looks at sites selling sex toys, glans rings and and other pleasing penis paraphernalia are not top of the list.
But I don’t care. This is for me. A secret, personal, thrill.
People occasionally comment on the fact that I am married, and yet don’t wear a wedding ring.
If only they knew they were looking in the wrong place.
This post is not sponsored by any sex toy companies, but if you like the idea of intimate jewellery you can wear on your cock, check out the following links. The Lovehoney ones are affiliate links, so I get a cut of the money if you buy through them (and you can get 10% off with the code GIRLONTHENET). The Etsy ones are links provided by this awesome guest blogger so you can see which ones he uses.
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Answering some questions G received in the fediverse:
> how do they stay on when it goes limp?
Ring 1 sits under the glans (quite snuggly under it). It does not slip off when flaccid, but does not hurt either when erect.
Ring 2 is similar.
Ring 3 goes around both penis and testes – loosely, for reasons in the posts – and doesn’t depend on an erection.
> *Checks size of wedding finger
Yes, I didn’t think to say “probably best not to try this with your actual wedding ring” (although if that suits your anatomy, great) – find a ring sized for the job!
I had to try a few before I found rings which fitted comfortably, and which were neither too tight (constrictive, not conducive to wearing as jewellry) or too loose (especially when moving from a hot environment to a cold environment…).
Do they not get really cold during the winter?
They have stayed at close to body temperature so far. I don’t know if different materials might react differently?
That phrase at the end of GB’s 5th paragraph – “With the balls either side of my frenulum” – surely it should be the last line in a limerick, no?
Perhaps GOTN should offer a prize every three months or so for the best limerick constructed from a phrase in an article, or (even better) one summarising a whole article or post.
Better still, get a sex toy supplier such as Lovehoney to offer it.
Incidentally, living in Bath, I was after guttering a year or so pre-Covid when I barged rather dozily into what turned out to be, not the builders’ merchants I wanted, but Lovehoney’s base further along the same mini-industrial estate.
“And – er – what kind of ring, did you say?” the distinctly puzzled young lady at the front desk was asking (it’s not supposed to be a sales outlet anyway, or wasn’t then), as my mistake dawned on me and I was swiftly out of the door, and not looking back.
“Well, except for the time that I walked through a metal detector scanner, forgetting it was there… but that’s another story.”
Please can we get this another story too? :D