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by JakePeters

"You're the first uncircumcised guy I've been with," Saoirse said one evening — apparently from nowhere — when we were lying in bed after sex. We had been going out for over a month by then and it had been the most exciting start to a relationship I had ever experienced. From the moment we were introduced by a mutual friend at a party, and we discovered how much we had in common — right down to a similarly skewed sense of humour — we were inseparable. After we started sleeping together — in the first week we were introduced, after meeting up for a drink one evening a few days after the party — we would regularly stay up until the early hours having wild sex, cuddling and laughing. On nights I saw Saoirse I was always exhausted in work the next day.

The unprompted comment about my penis caught me off balance. Saoirse is a Catholic girl from the countryside of Ireland, and my parents are non-practising Christians from London. Circumcision was never something I had thought much about. Until I met Saoirse.

"You're only just noticing I'm uncircumcised?" I asked her, though I didn't really know what to say.

"No, I noticed it early on. I just didn't want to say anything in case you thought I was obsessed!"

"With my penis? You can be obsessed with that," I laughed.

I was curious how a 24-year-old woman had never been with an uncircumcised man before me. She told me that she had been a late bloomer in relationships, which was a surprise to me because she was so beautiful — with her dirtyy blonde hair, and bright blue eyes flashing mischief when she smiled or made a sly comment, which was often. She was resting her head on my chest, looking up at me while she told me the story. Her pale body — slim, except for the swell of her hips — curled up against mine, one petite leg hooked over my lower body so I could feel her soft, pubic hair nestle against my hip. She told me her first boyfriend had been circumcised when he was a child, because he was a muslim. He never knew any different, and so neither did she. They were together for 3 years, from early on at university until some years afterwards. After they broke up she dated another man for several months, American she said. He too was circumcised.

"I never thought much about it because I had never seen anything else," she said, lifting her head slightly to look up at me.

"You didn't know it wasn't normal?" I asked.

"I didn't think much of it. I mean, I knew somewhere in the back of my mind I would probably find a guy who was different at some point. But I never even saw a penis really until my first boyfriend!"

"What a good little Catholic girl you were," I grinned at her, reaching over to give her pert bum a light, playful slap. "What happened?"

She laughed and then lightly hit my chest in mock outrage. "Does it bother you that mine is uncircumcised?" I asked her.

She thought for a moment before speaking. "No," she said. "It's just a little different, that's all."

"You don't have a preference?"

"Hmm, I don't think so. Girls care less about you boys' penises than you like to think," she said, arching her eyebrows in that cute, faux-withering way of hers. Her face softened and she settled her head back onto my chest. "But I like yours. That's the most important thing. I like all of you."

Saoirse pulled away from me and propped herself up a little on her elbow so she could run her eyes up and down my naked body. From that angle I could fully take in how her pale body curved, cinched in the middle before swelling out at her hips, and finally tapered from her thighs down to her slim ankles. Her plump little breasts bounced lightly as she readjusted her body. Was it my imagination or could I see her nipples getting hard as she started to run the open palm of her free hand from my cheek, down my neck, and over my chest? She lightly brushed my hardening cock as her hand continued down my thighs, lingering on the thin, whiter streak of skin that curved from the lower inside part of my thigh down to my shin.

"That's a scar I have from a biking accident," I told her. "I was mountain biking in Scotland when I came off and got a pretty deep gash from the impact." She traced its bumpy edge absent-mindedly with her forefinger. "It's pretty ugly," I added.

"I think its pretty cool," she said, still focused on my leg. "There's something sexy about scars."

For those first few months our relationship was intoxicating. It was like no honeymoon period I had ever experienced before. I was 29 and had had two serious relationships, but being with Saoirse was a rush beyond either of them, or anything else at all in fact. And I could see in her eyes that she was feeling exactly the same way about me. She exuded an energy and passion towards me, which in turn fed my passion for her. Just looking into each other's eyes was electrifying for me, and I could see for her too.

For a former inexperienced Catholic schoolgirl she was surprisingly uninhibited and in touch with her erotic side. Saoirse delighted in teasing me, in and out of the bedroom. Collecting expensive lingerie was a favorite hobby of hers, and it bordered on obsession. Each time she bought a new set — whether classy, lacy French underwear or a barely-there electric pink bra-and-thong pairing— she had to model it for me. I was happy to indulge her. When we were out and dressed up nicely she delighted in pressing herself against me so I could feel her garter belt through her dress, or she would whisper in my ear that to avoid showing a panty line she had dispensed with underwear altogether. After almost every night out we would end up back at hers or mine, locked together in passion. Sometimes we didn't make it to the bedroom. Late at night once we were almost caught grinding into each other, braced against the front door of her apartment, by her neighbour coming up the stairs.

We devoured each other's bodies for those first months. Even after the fire started to burn lower, she or I would suggest new things to explore in our sex life. Something she was particularly fond of was role play. We had lots of different scenarios to play out on the evenings when we felt like something different. I would be the masseuse and she the spoilt rich-girl client, or she would be my maid and seduce me while my 'wife' was away for the weekend. One of her favourite ways to play was to pretend we were friends, but not lovers. She would come in to see me in my room and catch me masturbating to photos of her on my computer and have to confront me about it. When pressed she would admit she was turned on by what she saw. I spent a lot of time masturbating for her like this. Sometimes she would wait for a long time before revealing to me that she was watching. I loved the thought of her eyes on me as I stroked my hard cock to her photos, pretending like I didn't know she was there. The sex after those games was always incredible.

She didn't bring up circumcision again during those early months. I never really thought about it again either during that time. Before we had that first conversation about her two exes we had already gotten used to each other's bodies and figured out what the other liked. She was a quick learner and had quickly adjusted her mouth technique to what I liked during blowjobs. At first she was really too rough for me, and I had to ask her to not use so much suction. It didn't occur to me until much later that she must have developed this technique to please her first two boyfriends, who presumably had penises that needed rougher stimulation than mine. She didn't take much instruction for her hand technique, however. My foreskin was long enough so that it covered only about half of my head when hard, and — after I turned down her offer of lube — she seemed to figure out quickly enough to work the skin over the head of my cock.

Our sexual relationship was so intense, and we were both so consumed with desire for each other, that we would spend a lot of time talking about sex even when we weren't having it. If we were apart for a few days we would have to satisfy ourselves with long sexting conversations, sometimes replaying our favourite role play scenarios. I don't know how many times I narrated the scene of her clandestinely catching me wanking myself to her Facebook photos via text message, while she was on a coffee break at work or making herself come with her fingers alone in a bed in another part of the country.

When we were together, too, we would often discuss fantasies or just talk about sex. Saoirse was always asking me what things turned me on, what she did that I liked, what I liked about her body and much else besides. I was equally fascinated and excited to hear her answers to those questions. I discovered from this that she quite liked power play in sex, both being dominant and being submissive. She also enjoyed 'just the right amount' of pain: light slaps to her face, spanking, hard twisting of her nipples. She grilled me on what sorts of porn I watched. In turn, I found out that she had never really gotten off to porn; she preferred to use her imagination.

"What's your favourite part of a man's body?" I asked her once. She was lying against me under the covers, naked except for a red silk thong.

"Oh I can't pick just one part," she said.

"This isn't binding!" I laughed.

"Well, if I had to pick... Nice, broad shoulders are very sexy. And sharp cheekbones. Warm eyes... with depth to them. And hands — big hands. Strong hands make you think of what they can do to you. Especially if a guy is bigger, physically, than a girl. That's a turn on." Her dainty hand found mine and we interlaced our fingers. "For me — I don't think this is true of every girl, but you know where my mind goes — I like a guy's dick."

I'm sure she could feel it as my penis stiffened, resting as it was against her soft belly.

"What about it do you like?" I asked.

"It depends. The thought of what it can do is always on your mind. It's pretty amazing how it changes when you get turned on, too, how it goes from small and soft to big and hard. Just like yours is doing right now!" Her searching hand encircled my growing erection. "Yours gets so fat when it's hard. It's impossible not to think of how good that feels in my cunt." She didn't often say words like 'cunt' even when we were deep in a role play. I could tell she was getting very turned on.

"It's sexy when you talk dirty," I said. "You should do it more often."

"I should. I will," she said in a sultry voice. Her silky hand slowly pulled down on my fully hard cock until the head was completely exposed. "They look sexy too, dicks." My heart was beating more quickly.

"Mmmm and what do you like about how they look?" I asked.

"The thickness, how hard they get — like I said. The head is the nicest part, though." She gave my cock a soft kiss, and slipped her moist, plump lips over the tip until the rim of my head was inside her hot, wet mouth. I groaned and lay back as she sensuously sucked me. She kept one hand at the base of my shaft gently fondling my balls. When I looked down at her gamine features, framed by the sleek, blonde hair, I saw her eyes were closed in concentration. She looked to be lost in her own world, enjoying having me in her mouth even more than I was.

I stroked Saoirse's head and cupped one of her silky breasts, toying with the nipple and eliciting a low moan from her. I was grinding my pelvis so that my cock would go deeper into her mouth. She gently twisted the shaft with her hand and sped up her mouth action. It felt so good, in only a few seconds after that I could feel a deep orgasm building. My body tightened and my cock exploded into her mouth as she lapped it all up. Saoirse smiled serenely as she pulled her face away from my cock to come up for a kiss.

"You have a lovely cock, and a lovely head too," she said.

Saoirse was insatiable, and I loved it. But after a few months of great, regular sex I noticed that sometimes my penis would get too sore to go at it for a third time in a night. If Saoirse wanted more and I couldn't provide it I was happy to go down on her and make her come with my tongue, but she admitted always preferring full sex. She might try and reciprocate my efforts by licking and stroking my cock, but if it was too sore for sex it was often too sore for anything else.

I didn't think too much of it. It seemed natural to me that after one or two long lovemaking sessions every few days that a delicate place like that would need time to recover. It had always been that way with me, and no girl — not even the most insatiable — had ever complained. It never occurred to me that it might have been a problem not being able to deliver.

My discomfort was mainly on my foreskin, which would get red and irritated with too much friction. But I also noticed the frenulum sometimes stung a bit after a hard fuck too. At the time I didn't think too deeply about this, but in hindsight I realize the frenulum was somewhat short and tight. Sometimes when Saoirse was wanking me by pumping my foreskin over the head she would be too enthusiastic on the downstroke and it would sting a little. The same was true when she would give me blowjobs. She noticeably slowed down after having pulled back too hard on the foreskin. I must have been wincing.

Saoirse told me she was concerned. She obviously didn't like to hurt me, and was worried that sex was going to do me real damage some day. I noticed she now seemed distracted when we would have sex in ways she never used to be. Clearly she was preoccupied with not hurting me, even when I was sure she couldn't possibly — and it was affecting our sex life. The carefree early days seemed to have run their course. Nevertheless, outside of sex our relationship was still strong. After only 5 months of dating we moved into a flat together and started to plan for a serious future.

Not long after that, one weekend I was sitting in the living room reading when Saoirse came in looking nervous. Her usually bright features were darkened with worry. I knew this look. It always prefaced a serious conversation. I thought it strange that, even though she was so free of hang-ups in the bedroom, she nevertheless found it difficult to be open and honest about everyday relationship issues.

"I've been doing some reading," she began, haltingly. "About penises." I had to laugh at the juxtaposition.

"No, this is serious," she said, not smiling. I put the book down and became solemn, listening. "I feel bad saying this, but I've not been... I've been a little..." She composed herself. "I think our sex life has dipped a bit and it — it's making me a little unhappy. Quite unhappy. It's difficult to talk about. We have so much chemistry, but I'm not feeling as satisfied as I used to. I think it's because sometimes you... are too sore to keep going. This hasn't ever happened to me before."

I wasn't all that surprised to hear this. "I know. It's not ideal for me either," I said. She sat down next to me. I put an arm around her. "But we have been having so much sex I think it's not so strange. Don't you ever get sore?"

She looked down. "Yes, of course. But I think what's going on with you is... more than that."

"You think so? It seems normal to me — it's been like this with my other partners too, when we were, uh, doing it this often." She was still looking down.

"I'm not sure. It's just a bit different from my experience. With my ex and everything." She said, quietly, embarrassed. "I'm not comparing. You're great."

"Oh, OK," I said, awkwardly but trying to hide it. I wanted to move on from the topic of her exes. "What's this you've been doing about reading, then?"

"Well, I asked google about the foreskin irritation, and the tightness in the — it's called a frenulum, I found out," she said, looking at me. "It doesn't seem like what's happening is normal, necessarily. And I thought maybe you just don't realise it, you know, because you've always been this way."

I looked at her, puzzled.

"And I had a thought," she said. "Remember how I said both my exes were circumcised? Well, the medical pages I looked at online all seemed to come back to that same thing."

"You mean circumcision?" I asked, a little confused.

"Yes."

"But, that's for men who can't even have sex or masturbate without problems," I said. "Unless you're doing it as part of your religion it's only to solve real medical issues."

"Well, doesn't this feel like one of those? Aren't you having problems, discomfort, with sex?"

When she put it that way I admitted she might have a point.

"I just want our sex life — our lives together — to be as good as it can be," Saoirse said, leaning in to me and placing a hand on my cheek. "And I know you would like to not have to worry about pain during sex, wouldn't you?"

"It is frustrating," I admitted. "But I don't know. Circumcision seems very extreme as a solution — if it's even a problem in the first place."

"I'm not saying you have to do it. I just wanted to tell you what I read. And I put that together with my experiences of guys before you."

"With circumcised guys."

"Right."

"And?"

"Well," she considered for a moment. "They could just... keep going. They never had any pain, and we had as much sex or even more than we've been having." She fixed her brilliant blue eyes on mine and I saw a brief twinkle of mischief. "And I want to be having that much sex with you. Only with you." I could feel the flicker of an erection as she looked at me like that.

"It's difficult to say no when you talk like that," I said, grabbing her hand.

"I'm not asking — yet," Saoirse said. "Just do some reading and then we'll discuss it."

The next week Saoirse was scheduled to go out of town for a business trip. It would be the ideal time to research and think, she said. So I did.

Google confirmed what she said. The problems I was having did suggest both some unnatural irritation of the foreskin and possibly that my frenulum was too short. And circumcision was sometimes recommended as a treatment. Though it did seem like my problems were significantly less severe than the cases I read about online. While I sincerely wanted to please Saoirse, and to have a perfect sex life with her, I felt quite strongly that I didn't want part of my penis cut off in order to do that.

Nevertheless, I looked up local clinics that could perform the surgery, how much it would cost, what the pain and recovery might be like, and other basic facts. It did sound painful. The before and after photos on the medical website were quite interesting though. There was something fascinating about the look of a circumcised penis, especially when it was soft and the head was still visible.

My internet search also took me to testimonials of men who had been circumcised as adults. They described the relief and pleasure around being able to have sex with their wives and girlfriends without pain or worry. That definitely sounded appealing.

Saoirse returned on Friday evening and I cooked her dinner at the flat to celebrate. That five days was the longest spell apart for us since we started going out. We both dressed up nicely for the occasion. She was wearing an elegant green, halter neck cocktail dress with a plunging back, tantalizingly exposing her from her shoulders to the small of her back. We ate and drank wine, laughing and flirting all night just like a great first date all over again.

After dinner she took the plates to the kitchen. When she came back we sat closely together on the sofa, her legs draped over mine.

"I've been meaning to ask how your research project went," Saoirse said.

"I looked it up, and thought about it. Like you asked."

"What did you learn?"

"Seems like you were right, more or less," I told her. "It could be something that could help."

She sat up, suddenly more alert. "OK. And so, are you thinking it might be an option?"

"I think it might be. It still seems very invasive though," I confessed.

"It's a big deal, of course. But if it helps I think it might be good for us," she said, rubbing my arm tenderly. "It's not a minor thing, surgery like this. We should make sure if you're going to do it — if we're going to do it — then we do it right."

"What do you mean?"

"I've been doing some research myself this week. A lot of research, actually," she said. "It turns out there's a lot more to circumcision than just cutting off a piece of skin."

I laughed, a little nervously. "You make it sound like that's no big deal!"

"No, it is of course. But you want to be sure you have a penis that is exactly how you want it. There are options, you know."

"I don't know, actually. What are you talking about?"

She leaned in closer to me and looked thoughtfully into middle distance. "Well, you know Jews do it, and Muslims do it. But they do it differently. And if you get circumcised you can pick the way it gets done. And you can pick how you want it to look in the end. You can pick how much skin they take off, and where they take it from, more or less." She looked at me, grabbed my arm a little tighter. She had her mostly empty wine glass in the other hand, and I realised she had brought out a new bottle of red when she returned from putting dishes in the sink. "It's quite interesting really. They can all look very different, different circumcised dicks."

I just looked at her as she talked. "And after you get circumcised your dick starts to change. The head has to get used to being suddenly exposed all the time, rubbing on your underwear and everything. I read that all the rubbing makes it get dry and change texture, and it can even make it get bigger — especially at the rim, you know. They say it 'flares out' after it's been exposed for a while. And the sensation for you must change completely. You focus much more attention on the head when you're getting pleasure whereas before it was mainly on the skin."

I rarely saw her this transfixed by something. "OK," I said quietly. "What was it you said about how much skin they take off? That's news to me."

"Yes, well, they have these different styles they're called, depending on how it gets done. You can have a lot of skin taken off, and then it's called 'tight'. Or you have less skin off and then it's called 'loose'. And depending on where they put the scar on your dick shaft it's either 'high' or 'low'. I think that also affects the feel, but I'd need to read more about it."

"Sound like you've been reading plenty already," I said. Saoirse seemed to grow more aware of herself all of a sudden.

"Oh yes," she said with a little embarrassment. "I've been thinking about it a lot. For you."

"I'm not convinced it's all for me," I said softly. "Actually, I think you're quite interested yourself." She looked sheepish and blushed. "Are you getting turned on by all of this?" I asked.

She drew a sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth. "I really am," she confessed, avoiding my eyes. There was an awkward pause.

"Um. Actually, Seeing you get turned on by this is turning me on too," I ventured. Saoirse turned her head towards me and a nervous little smile played across her rouged lips. She looked so beautiful just then. Her fine-boned face accented by just a hint of blush; the limpid blue eyes strikingly embossed by dark mascara.

I placed my hand on her bare thigh and she started to yield to the arousal that had been becoming more clear to me as she was speaking. She put down the wine on the coffee table and leaned back, gracefully draping her legs over mine again. Her bare foot lightly probed the crotch of my trousers, where a powerful erection — borne of not seeing her for all that time — was building steadily. As I lightly brushed her milky inner thigh with my fingertips she bit her plump, rosy lower lip, and her eyes grew smokey with desire. My fingertips played along the inside of her thighs, which she parted expectantly as my hand approached the warm delta hidden behind her black lacy panties. Saoirse inhaled deeply as I placed my full palm on the lace gusset. I could feel her, moist and hot, barely contained by the silky material.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet," I said. She just nodded, biting her lip and devouring me with her eyes. Barely had I hooked one finger inside the flimsy black lace to brush against her wetness than she had sprung up and straddled me, holding my face with both hands while kissing me deeply. Even through her panties and my clothes I could feel how hot and wet she was. Saoirse stood and, without breaking eye contact, unbuttoned my trousers and slipped them and my underwear off. My hard cock sprang out, the tip glistening with precum. She reached down and slowly, deliberately exposed my cock head by pulling the foreskin down. "You have such a beautiful head, it's a shame he hides away all the time. I want to see it. I always want to see it," she purred. "You would look so, so sexy with a circumcised dick."

With an elegant twist of her ample hips, Saoirse slipped her panties down. She pulled her dress over her head and her perky breasts bounced down. She straddled me again, lowering herself — now completely naked — down onto my throbbing cock, which she held in one hand at the base so that my foreskin was stretched and my head exposed. "I want to show you how it would feel to be a circumcised man, fucking my tight cunt," she said as she teased the tip of my cock with her pussy lips. She kept her pussy waxed and bare except for a patch of dark pubic hair on her mons. She always felt silky and soft on my tongue, or my cock. Saoirse was so wet the clear, hot liquid had dribbled down onto her inner thigh, which was now connected to one delicate pink petal of her labia by a single glistening thread. She circled the opening to her vagina with my cock head. I was about to explode with desire for her.

"I need you to give it to me, I can't take it," I gasped. "Please fuck me."

She smiled naughtily. "You want to feel what it would be like to fuck me with a circumcised cock?" she asked with a smug look on her face.

"More than anything," I said, my fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her thigh.

She leaned in and I could feel her hot breath on my ear as she whispered: "Then tell me you want to be circumcised for me."

"I want to be circumcised for you," I said breathily. She bit her lower lip again, unable to conceal that filthy smile I loved so much. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the exquisite sensation of her hot pussy enveloping my bare cock head as she lowered herself down onto me. Saoirse wrapped both arms around the back of my head and started to grind herself into me, moaning in pleasure. I buried my face in her breasts, pushing them together with both hands and sucking on one of her hard nipples. It seemed like an eternity we were both grinding into each other so deeply, communicating only with the synchronised movements of our bodies. The world was soundless except for our moans of pleasure. We were lost in a pleasure that was broken only when her breathing quickened even further and I started to take control, grabbing her around her hips with both hands so I could force myself into her tight cunt even deeper and harder. She could tell I was close. The muscles of her pussy tightened, as did her arms around the back of my head. As I thrust into her more deeply and more quickly she ground herself into me with more urgency, desperation, until at last we both found our release at the same time. She moaned loudly and started to shake, digging her fingernails into me for support. I held her tightly around the waste as my cock exploded deep inside her pussy, urged on by the sudden tightening of her vagina as she came uncontrollably on me.

Slowly, we eased the grip we had on each other, pulled back a little and, panting, stared wordlessly — spent — into each other's eyes.The look of amazement that sex could be so good that was etched on her face was what would fuel me — even in moments of doubt — to go through with the circumcision.

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And I did have moments of doubt. After all, it was a very sensitive part of me that was going to get sliced up. My penis and I had become very attached over the years. I also wasn't quite convinced it was necessary surgery at all. Yet there was something still deeply erotic about the idea of being circumcised for Saoirse, and it excited me to please her by doing it.

She gently pushed the idea from then on. She would say she was getting more and more excited about the thought of me getting circumcised, and she continued doing her research — though I wondered how much that was really for my benefit.

One Saturday afternoon I came home early from my weekly rugby match and must have managed to get into the flat without her hearing me. I didn't even expect her to be home; when I played rugby Saoirse would often go out and visit friends and I might not see her until after dinner. But I knew she was in the flat because her keys were hanging up in the hall. I decided to surprise her and quietly crept down the corridor. I peeked into the living room but she wasn't there, nor was she in the kitchen. That only left our bedroom, where the door was pushed closed.

I opened it very gently and edged my head around when it was only a little ajar. Saoirse was sitting at the desk inside almost with her back to me, and headphones on, oblivious to my entrance. I immediately saw what was capturing her attention so completely: she was naked except for a pair of simple black cotton panties, looking into her laptop screen. Her right hand was on the mouse while the left was thrust down the front of her underwear, her wrist moving in slow circles. Her face was a picture of concentration.

I decided not to disturb her just yet. This was something I'd never seen from her before except when we masturbated together. She wasn't watching porn, though, just as she claimed she never did. Instead she was reading some text on the screen. I was too far away to read what it said, but whatever it was it certainly seemed to get her going. She bit her lower lip and her wrist started to more quickly inside her panties. The motion changed and I could hear the wet plunging sound of her fingers moving inside herself. Watching her totally lost in her own pleasure was a fantasy turned real. From almost the moment I realised what she was doing I was rock hard.

As I watcher her, feeling both arousal and guilt, she flicked away from the page of text to something else: a video of a man, naked, touching his cock. So Saoirse wasn't entirely truthful when it came to watching porn, I thought. The video zoomed in on the man's lower body. He was clearly circumcised, and stopped jerking himself briefly to dribble what seemed to be oil or lube on his cock and on his hand. Then he started going to work on the head with rough, circular motions of his closed fist. Saoirse took her hand off the mouse and started rolling one of her nipples between her forefinger and thumb. The hand buried in her panties was now rubbing faster. As she watched the man in the video stroking himself faster, so she rubbed herself more vigorously. I could hear her heavy breathing now, and her body writhed in the office chair she was sitting in.

I almost couldn't believe what I was witnessing. The hand buried in her panties slowed, and she flicked the page again from the masturbating man to some other video that looked strange. It was a white sheet with a hole in the middle, out of which poked a flaccid penis. Then some green-gloved hands came into the screen. The hands held what appeared to be surgical instruments. My blood ran cold at this. Was she really watching an actual circumcision? And masturbating to it? She was. The hands began to wield the surgical instruments. The white sheets became dotted with patches of red. I watched on, agog. She had started rubbing her pussy again in her panties. The slow 'smack, smack' sound was louder than before — I imagined she must have been incredibly wet by the sounds of it. As the green-gloved hands did their work she began to rub herself furiously. Finally the hands produced some silver contraption and nimbly assembled it on the head of the penis. I had never seen this before. There was some part that was screwed on, the metal pieces sliding together easily. Then the hands were running a scalpel in a circle around the silver contraption. Saoirse was taking short, deep breaths now.

There was more red; what I presumed was the severed foreskin was pulled off the silver device. Then Saoirse let out an involuntary moan, scrunched her eyes up tight, leaned back in the chair and her whole body seemed to tense up. For a second she remained coiled like that, and then a little squeal escaped her mouth like I'd never heard from her before, and her legs and body shuddered. Her tense little body rippled with pleasure.

Saoirse's head was tilted back from coming, and so when she opened her eyes some seconds later she immediately saw me standing there. Her eyes widened and she pulled off the headphones. "I didn't think you'd be home yet," she said, meekly.

"Clearly," I said, intending it to be playful — though I was startled by what I had just seen, and maybe that came across in my tone. She didn't look like she took it as playful.

"I guess you saw everything," she said quietly.

"Yep. I was standing there for quite some time."

She turned off the video. "I feel ashamed. It's a bit of a strange thing to..." But I cut her off.

"Look, it's not so strange. People get off on lots of different things. You know what I think about exploring your desires. Please, don't feel weird about it," I said, walking over to her. "It was also so fucking hot watching you do that."

"Mmm well that's a relief," she smiled wanly. I stroked her face.

"So have you been doing this often, and to that..." I paused for effect, "particular material?"

Saoirse considered something for a moment before replying. "Since we talked about it during sex last week," she confessed. Another pause. She seemed to be grappling for something to break the tense silence. She blurted out: "I can never last past that part of the video. I want to see them pull off the clamp and how the head pops out... It's so sexy somehow... freshly circumcised."

I just had to stare.

"If you'd just been a few minutes later you'd never have known," she said, turning her head to avoid my eyes.

"No, it's better this way. I want to know," I reassured her. Kneeling down so our faces were level, I made her look me in the face. "Make me part of this. I want to share it with you."

I could see the thoughts turning over in her head. Eventually she said, cautiously: "OK. Well, there are some things I've been meaning to bring up with you. I thought maybe a role play about it could be... fun?"

"Sure, I'd like to try that," I said, wanting to soothe her discomfort. But the truth was I was a little weirded out by the whole thing. And I still had my doubts about getting circumcised.

"Um, I know you're still not completely on board," she said. I was always impressed by how perceptive she was. "So, I've been doing some research again. I mean, beyond this sort of research," she said laughing dryly. "So. There are ways you can, sort of, try out being circumcised before you commit. See if you like it and all that. You just — you keep the foreskin back for a while. Some men just do that all the time. I've read about it online."

I bent down and kissed her head. "That sounds like a good idea actually. I'm leaning towards it, I think. But it's a big commitment. So I want to be sure."

"Of course! Of course, darling. I wouldn't want you to do something you would regret,"Saoirse said earnestly. "But I think you probably won't regret it."

"I hope not," I said.

She glanced at the laptop screen again. "Oh no, I'm so sorry but I'm going to be late. I arranged to meet Martha and if I don't leave soon she'll be annoyed with me. Can we talk about this later? This evening, when I get back?"

"Yes, sure. Don't worry, it's not a big deal. And I honestly really enjoyed watching you. You should let me do it again sometime," I said.

She stood up and kissed me. My erection had subsided as we talked, but with her petite, almost-naked body pressed so close to mine it began to stir again. "How about later?" She looked slyly at me. I couldn't say no to that offer.

We agreed that on her next long business trip I would wear my foreskin back until she returned. I was excited by the idea, getting to test out how it would feel to have one of those interesting looking penises from the pictures. Saoirse and I made it into a game. "While I'm away you have to act like you're really circumcised, so if you jerk off then do it like a circumcised man would — no cheating," she said cheekily.

With Saoirse's help I devised a way to keep my foreskin back. All I had to do was grab a handful of her elastic hair ties, put some at the base of my penis and some around my balls and the added skin tension kept my foreskin retracted even when I was soft. On the day she was leaving for her trip she insisted she help me get my penis ready for the experiment. "There, that looks tight enough," she said cheerily, adjusting the hair ties with great care. "It won't roll forward will it? No? Good." She smiled at me, my bound-up cock cupped lovingly in her hand. Saoirse gave me a last kiss and said goodbye. "Remember: no cheating," she called as she slipped out of the front door

It felt strange with my cock head exposed all the time. It was constantly on my mind at work and around the house as I could feel it rubbing on my underwear, even with soft boxers on. Despite this I was a little turned on knowing I was getting something like an advance taste of how I would feel after the operation. Even then I was thinking in terms of 'when' and not 'if', though I doubt I truly admitted this to myself at the time. For the first few days the discomfort of the rubbing was just about counterbalanced by the element that turned me on. I just had to picture Saoirse's ecstatic face after our first circumcision role play and imagine her looking that way just after I actually went through with the surgery for her.

Despite the comfort of this erotic thought, during each night I came close to giving up on the experiment entirely. It was difficult to get to sleep with the foreskin in that unnatural position. Every time I moved I could feel the bedclothes rubbing on my bare glans. The sensation was partly uncomfortable, and partly arousing. Neither helped me get to sleep. How did circumcised men manage to sleep at all?, I wondered.

Midway through the week I had become a little more used to things, and was enjoying the look and thought of my modification. The constant exposure and arousal left me extremely horny, so I decided to masturbate. I remembered how Saoirse was so insistent I not cheat. There was no other option: I would have to try and masturbate how a circumcised man would. So I lay on our bed, loaded up some naughty photos Saoirse had taken specially for me for the occasion and I reached into the bedside drawer for some lube. In preparation, Saoirse had been insistent we get some — a good one. She was very committed to making the experiment as 'realistic' as possible, she said. I could tell the thought of the whole endeavor was really exciting her.

"I know you don't want to hear too much about my exes, but this might help with the experiment," she said a few days before she left. "They always, always, always had good lube to hand. Especially my second — the American — was fanatic about having lube. He wouldn't let me give him a handjob without it. My first wasn't so particular. He had a lower, looser circumcision so I could just about get him off by rolling the lip of foreskin he had left over the rim of his dick head." We were lying in bed during this conversation. To illustrate what she meant she placed one hand at the base of my erect cock to hold the skin back, and with her free hand she gripped me just below my glans and worked some of the slack skin just barely over the rim. "Like this. But my second, well he was cut so tightly. The skin was completely wrinkle-free on his shaft even when he was soft. Naturally, when he was hard there was no movement at all. So if you get a tight cut lube is essential.

"If you're going to really try this out properly when I'm away you must have a good lube. It's essential for you to have the full circumcised experience. With that you can give your head a nice, sexy massage. Just like a cut guy would do. I'll pick some lube up for you when I'm out tomorrow. Just make sure you think of me when you're using it."

Replaying that conversation in my head gave me a raging hard on. The 'full circumcised experience' was what Saoirse wanted for me, so I was going to see it through for her. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer, squirted some into the palm of my hand and began to rub my cock. Then I paused and used my phone to take a photo of the scene: my lubed up cock and hand next to one of Saoirse's seductive selfies. I sent it to her with the caption: 'The Full Circumcised Experience'.

The hair ties were tremendously tight on my cock as I got fully hard. There was very little movement of my shaft skin even if I pulled it hard. It didn't matter, I didn't want that anyway. I smeared lube all over my cock head, grabbed my balls with left hand, and started twisting and stroking the head. I settled on a sexy photo of Saoirse in a red bra and pantie set where she had slipped one hand down the front of her underwear. She was looking right at the camera. I imagined she was looking right at me, in that moment, stroking my bare cock head like a circumcised man. In fact, her hand was in the same position as it was when she was masturbating to those circumcision videos, I thought. I imagined how turned on she would be if I got circumcised for her. I imagined being cut for her, having a roughened, flared head which would slide into her soaking pussy. With that thought I came, very intensely. The unusual feeling of my bare hand on my cock head was overwhelming as I came. Right in the moment of orgasm, when usually I would relish the feeling of my foreskin rolling back and forth over my head, I had a primal urge for deep pressure on my glans. It caused me to grip myself harder, rub myself rougher. Alongside that I had this strange feeling of not wanting to even be able to pull the skin up and over my head.

I masturbated the 'circumcised' way a couple more times before Saoirse came back home. She greeted me happily and asked how the week had gone with our experiment. "Very well," I told her. "I liked it — quite a lot actually."

She smiled. "Your photos were lovely. I used them to come myself — quite a few times! You could get used to it then?"

"Yes, I think so. I'm getting quite into the idea actually." Her smile broadened even more.

"Well then, let's plan it for real," Saoirse said.

Saoirse and I took one evening the week after to look up how I would be circumcised. We both sat at the desk in the bedroom and she started looking at nearby clinics that would offer the operation. She brought up a page with a series of images of penises before and after the operation.

"So you can get circumcised these different ways," she said, gesturing at the images. "See, this one has a very high cut with the scar inches behind the head. See how it changes colour? What used to be foreskin is now stretched along the length of the shaft. I've read having it done this way leaves you with a really nice sensation." I nodded.

"Then this one," she pointed at the next image. "This one is a low cut, so the scar is just tucked in behind the head. Almost all of the sensitive foreskin is gone. You must have to really focus on just the head for pleasure." I just nodded again.

"The other important thing is how tight or loose it is, meaning how much slack skin you have on the shaft. That can be really different when you're soft and hard, too. If you have a really tight circumcision then there's no loose skin at all, even when you're soft. The head is always exposed. You probably physically can't wank anymore except with lube. But you're used to that, after last week, aren't you?" She said, flashing me a cheeky smile.

"I suppose I am," I agreed.

"So, have you thought about what you might want your new penis to be like?"

The words 'new penis' resonated with me. It was quite an exciting idea to change that intimate part of myself permanently, and for Saoirse.

"I think... It seems like keeping some sensitive skin would be a good thing," I said.

"OK, so you're thinking a high circumcision?"

"Yes, I guess so. As for the loose skin, well, I'm used to masturbating with foreskin so it would be a big change to not be able to do that anymore..."

She cut in. "But that's just part of it. If you get circumcised it will change how you masturbate, and how you have sex. You can't avoid it." A brief pause. Then she added: "And that's part of why it's exciting."

I took those words in and a thought occurred to me. Something that had been on my mind since I had caught her masturbating the week before.

"Saoirse," I said, "I'm mainly doing this for you, so why don't you tell me what you like about it. I saw you when you were touching yourself to those videos, and whatever it was you were reading that got you excited. What was it that got you so turned on? I want to be able to do that to you, to turn you on like that."

She turned to me, with a slightly bashful look on her face. We hadn't much discussed the masturbation incident since it happened. Saoirse swallowed.

"Yes. I hope you're not doing it all for me, unless that turns you on..."

"It definitely does," I said. Her face brightened.

"I was reading about men's experiences of being circumcised, and also how their partners' experiences of being with them changed too," she said, speaking carefully. "When a man gets circumcised he has to get used to a completely new way of handling his penis. And his partner has to get used to a new way of handling it too. If he's circumcised radically enough, anyway. That's sexy. It's sexy to me, anyway."

"So you want it to be radical?" I said.

She paused. "I suppose so. I think if you're going to get circumcised you should do it properly. No skin should cover your head. Never again. Not even when you're soft. Never."

I was getting turned on hearing her speak this way, and seeing how into it she was. "So you would want it tight?" I asked.

"Yes. Very tight. So tight you would need lube to masturbate."

"Like the man in the video you were watching?"

"Yes, exactly like him. Tight enough you can't move your shaft skin when you're hard. You need lube, you need to rub your bare head, or your scar, to come." She was looking quite distracted now, lightly kneading one thigh with her hand.

"You've been thinking about this a lot?" I prompted her, hoping to hear more.

"Yes, far too much," she said. "You caught me touching myself to those videos. I wasn't lying when I said I don't — didn't — watch porn. Realising how much I'm into this circumcision thing has... changed me. When I get horny that's what I think about now. Every time I've... gotten myself off since we started talking about this I've done it while thinking about circumcision. Often, thinking about you getting circumcised. Sometimes... I'm the one circumcising you. It always ends with you fucking me with your new circumcised dick. And it feels so good. I've started watching porn, but just to see guys with circumcised dicks. Sometimes I watch them masturbate. Sometimes I watch them fuck girls. Every time I watch porn it's with circumcised guys — and it's just because they're circumcised. I read about circumcisions, and watch — well, you've seen — guys get it done. I've never been so turned on by something before.

"There's something sexy about thinking about a rough, bare dick head inside me, how it has to fuck me harder. It's manly, that rough fucking. And how he has a scar, how you would have a scar right there on your dick. How that scar feels good for you. You have to rub it — that circumcision scar — to get yourself off, rub it in and out of me. You know I like your other scars. This would be even hotter. And it would be a scar you got for me. And no matter how much you try you just can't cover up that beautiful head — it's always out there for me. It's animalistic somehow. Just the thought of it makes me so, so wet..."

"Hearing you talk about what turns you on like this is so hot," I reassured her, touching her knee. "I want to share it with you. Tell me exactly what you want."

She touched my hand, looked me straight in the eye. "I want you to get circumcised. I want it to be tight, so you can't cover your head anymore. I want it to be high, with a scar as far down your shaft as possible. And I want to be able to see the scar. I want your head to be uncovered all day, when you're soft. I want to think about it being exposed all the time, rubbing in your underwear, growing rougher every day. I want it to be big and rough and flared just like the guys in my favourite videos."

"I want that, for you," I said, brushing her cheek with my hand. She leaned towards me and kissed me once, lightly. Then she leaned in again, giving me a hot, deep kiss. Her delicate tongue exploring my mouth tentatively at first, and then more assertively. I pulled her firmly towards me, burning for her.

"Talking about this has made me so turned on," she said. She took one of my hands and pushed it down the front of her jeans and into her panties. Between her legs was a soaking mess. When I withdrew my hand the fingers were slick. I tasted them, involuntarily sighing with arousal. Saoirse pulled my fingers out of my mouth and started to suck them, her other hand pressing my throbbing cock through my trousers.

We moved to the bed and fumbled with each other's clothes until we were down to our underwear. She was wearing pink panties that exposed a generous amount of her pert bum, and a soft black lace bra through which the curve of her breasts and her hardened nipples were clearly visible. As Saoirse pushed me down and straddled me the dark spot in the gusset of her panties showed me how wet she was. She leaned over me and slipped my boxers off. My hard cock sprung out. The head was still half covered by foreskin. She tutted.

"We need to get that beautiful head out," she cooed, drawing back the foreskin with one hand. "See, now that looks better. It will look so good when you're circumcised. It's already such a nice penis. It will look even better with a dry, flared head. And it will feel good too."

"Mmmm yea," I moaned. "Tell me how it will feel."

"You'll need my wet cunt to provide relief from all the rubbing it gets all day," Saoirse said. "Let me show you." She grabbed some of her hair ties from the bedside table and started fixing them on my cock and balls.

"It will feel like this after you're circumcised," she said, admiring her work. "See, I can't get any skin over your head." She tugged on my shaft skin to demonstrate. Indeed it would barely slip over the corona.

"Oh yes, Saoirse," I moaned. "Circumcise me so it's that tight."

She looked at me in mock pity, stroking my face. "You poor thing," she said, play-acting. "You don't remember? You must still be feeling the effects of the anaesthetic."

I caught on. "What do you mean?"

"I drugged you at dinner last night, knocked you right out. You're a circumcised man now. I did it while you slept, see?" Saoirse tugged again on my tightened shaft skin. "You'll never be able to cover that head again. I gave you a nice, tight circumcision. Just how I like them."

"You bad girl," I scolded her, probably unconvincingly. "Doing that to me against my will."

"Mmhm," Saoirse said. "We need to see if it came out OK, test your new circumcised penis out. Will you do that for me?"

"I'll do anything."

"See if you can wank your new dick," she instructed, dismounting me and propping herself up on an elbow next to me to watch. I encircled my shaft with my fist and tried to pump it up and down. There was a little movement of the skin, but the pressure of the hair ties kept it to a minimum. I looked at her, then tried again, more vigorously this time. There was still almost no movement.

"I can't," I said. "The skin won't move."

She laughed. "Silly boy. You're circumcised now. You can't masturbate like how you used to. You don't have any foreskin to pull over your head anymore. Here, try this." She handed me the bottle of lube. I squirted some into my palm and started rubbing my head. She beamed in appreciation.

"That's better, isn't it? You'll learn you always need lube to masturbate from now on. I gave you a high and tight cut just for that. Good boy." She watched me massaging my exposed head for her.

"It feels weird without foreskin. Maybe you could show me how?" I suggested. Saoirse's eyes widened. She grabbed the bottle of lube and opened it, squirting some into her own hand.

"With pleasure," she said. "Well, now you're a circumcised man you need all the lube you can get. You have to make that dry cock nice and wet in order to come. See how much lube I have to use?" She formed a loose 'o' shape with her thumb and forefinger and slowly ran it up and down my glans. "Isn't that direct contact on your head nice? As your exposed head rubs on your boxers every day from now on it will get more and more used to the direct contact. In a few months it will feel even better."

Saoirse quickened her pace. "This is just one of the benefits of being circumcised." She changed her grip so that her whole fist enclosed my glans and started working it more firmly than before. "You can get used to nice rough contact just like this, and I can focus on the sensitive rim of your head. That rim is always exposed for me to play with." It was such an intense feeling. I had to grip the bed covers with my fingers, and my body was tense with the force of sensation just on my exposed glans. I was getting very close to coming when she abruptly stopped.

"But the best part," she said slowly, "is how fucking my hot, wet cunt feels when your dick head is so totally exposed. You'll always be able to feel that flared rim rubbing inside my pussy. Let me show you." Saoirse slipped off her panties, which by now were so soaked that as she pulled them down the gusset peeled off her pussy lips, drawing long sticky strands of her wetness with it. She straddled me and guided my throbbing cock into her. "Oh yea, baby," she said. "I'm so glad I circumcised you. It feels so good. Now I want you to come inside me with that new, circumcised cock."

I didn't need to be told twice. The intensity of her tight pussy on my artificially bared cock head, and the tightness of my erection from the hair ties, meant that she only had to rock her hips on me a few times before I gasped and released a huge load into her sweet cunt.

As we lay together afterwards, my cock soft but still held tightly by the hair ties, she stroked my hair and said: "I can't wait for us to be able to do all this for real."

"Let's book the appointment as soon as possible, and then we can," I said. I meant it.

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We settled on a private circumcision clinic not too far from London. After a brief consultation where Saoirse and I outlined to the doctor what result we wanted we booked the surgery for three weeks afterwards. The friendly doctor — a good-looking 30-something man with dark hair and warm eyes — was easy to talk to and seemed very understanding about what we wanted for the end product. "I have more and more couples coming in to ask about this procedure," he said to us breezily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have your genitals surgically altered for someone else's sexual pleasure. I certainly felt awkward pushing for what was essentially a cosmetic surgery to please my girlfriend. "It's not at all unusual, and I always hear that both parties are very happy with the results."

"I'm sure we will be too," Saoirse said meaningfully. I was embarrassed she would say it like that, but felt in the pit of my stomach that she was right.

Strangely, throughout the consultation I got the feeling the doctor was addressing Saoirse with questions and information more than me. "You're sure you want it as tight as I can make it?" he said, looking at her. Saoirse nodded firmly. "That's a popular choice, though the downsides are it makes masturbation and sex radically different from what he's now used to."

"I know," Saoirse said. "We've discussed it. It's what we both want."

"And the examination showed his frenulum is somewhat tight. I would recommend having it excised during the operation," the doctor continued, still focusing on Saoirse, but offering a cursory glance in my direction.

"That's fine. We both want his frenulum removed anyhow," she said. There was something callous, almost businesslike about her manner and tone.

"The only problem is I've observed both the erect and flaccid size of his penis. There's quite a size differential. What this means for the style of circumcision I can offer is that there will need to be some loose skin when he's flaccid, but this will tighten right up as soon as erection occurs."

Saoirse looked put out. "Oh, that doesn't sound good," she said. "So there will be some foreskin coverage when he's flaccid after all?"

The doctor laughed. "No, the foreskin will be completely removed and the glans will always be uncovered even when he's flaccid. All I meant was that there will be some loose skin on the flaccid penis, which will likely bunch somewhat behind the corona. But it won't be enough to cover the glans on its own."

"Ah alright," said Saoirse. "I was worried for a moment."

Everything was set. During the consultation the doctor informed us he would be circumcising me freehand. Saoirse briefly pushed him on that, suggesting that 'we' would prefer some kind of clamp be used. She said she had heard a Gomco clamp was a good choice. But the doctor insisted that that method was preferable for infant circumcisions and not the ideal option for adults. She looked disappointed at this but agreed we had best leave the details to him.

When we got home Saoirse told me she was so excited by the thought of me finally getting circumcised that she could feel her panties getting wet in the consultation room. I told her that I had also got quite turned on hearing her talk so assertively with the doctor about how she wanted me cut. Of course, before long we ended up fooling around. Dirty talk about my upcoming circumcision fueled another long lovemaking session.

Over those three weeks leading up to the operation our sex life was explosive. Saoirse said we needed to make the most of it because after the operation I would be out of action for quite some time as it healed. Every time we had sex she would initiate things by talking about circumcision, telling me how she couldn't wait to see how it turned out, how she was thinking all the time about that moment I would first penetrate her with my freshly circumcised penis and newly bared head. She insisted on giving me handjobs where she kept my foreskin back tightly and massaged my glans with a lubed hand. "Imagine how good it will feel in a few weeks when I can do this without having to pretend your foreskin is gone," she said. "Oh! I can't wait to see how tight it is."

The day finally arrived and Saoirse drove me to the clinic. She was disappointed not to be allowed to watch the procedure ("So many woman ask to see the operation," the doctor told her. "I don't understand why it's so interesting to them.") but accepted it and went to sit in the waiting room instead. The whole thing didn't take very long, and I didn't feel much after the anesthetic injection except for some ghostly tugging. I just wanted the operation and the healing to be over as soon as possible so I could finally please her with my new penis.

Saoirse hugged me tightly and gave me a tender kiss as soon as I saw her after the operation. "I'm so happy you did this for me," she said. "As soon as I can, you know... I'll show you how much I appreciate it." She said with that sly look on her face. If I hadn't been completely numb below the belt I'm sure that comment would have provoked a powerful erection.

As she was driving me home she was struggling to contain her happiness and excitement. A broad smile was never far from her face. "I want to see it, but I know it's all bandaged up for now. That's a shame," she said. "I'm so excited to go through this whole experience with you. I almost wish it was me... Isn't that strange?"

"Not so much," I told her. "It's clear how much it means to you. I'm so excited to share it with you too." I stroked her thigh.

"I've got a confession to make," she said in a small voice, but playfully. "A dirty confession."

"Hmmm you can confess to me," I said. "But I can't promise you won't get punished. You know, if it's something really naughty."

"It is," she smirked. "I was so disappointed about not being to watch them circumcise you. I couldn't sleep last night because thinking about seeing them cut off your foreskin was making me just so, so horny. And then they wouldn't let me see you getting done. But I still couldn't stop thinking about it, imagining it... So I went to the ladies' bathroom and — I really couldn't help myself — I masturbated, thinking about what they were doing to you right then as I was touching myself, right at that moment. How they were just across the hall, circumcising my boyfriend. I came five times in there thinking about that."

"Five times?" I said in amazement. "You are such a dirty circumcision slut, aren't you?"

"I really am. I really need my..." she paused and looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. "Circumcised boyfriend to satisfy me. Then I won't do such naughty things again."

"Maybe your circumcised boyfriend doesn't want you to stop doing those naughty things," I said, squeezing her thigh.

"Well my circumcised boyfriend should satisfy me anyway," she said.

"Oh, he will."

I was aching to satisfy Saoirse — aching in more ways than one. That meant we had to take things slowly as I healed. When the bandages came off there was still so much swelling and bruising that it was impossible to tell how the circumcision had turned out. Eventually the stitches fell out and the swelling calmed down. I returned to work and slowly got used to the new sensation of my exposed glans rubbing on my underwear.

Saoirse was fascinated with all of this. Every evening after I got home she probed me about how things felt. She wanted to know what the feeling of my new, bare head was like. I told her: distracting, but a nice reminder of what I had done for her. This made her smile. "I wish I could fuck you right now for saying that," she said.

My verbal reports weren't enough. She wanted to see how my penis was progressing each night. One evening during the second week after the operation she asked to see how I was doing. I was happy to oblige her, of course, and stripped down to let her get close to my cock. She admired it and tugged at it gently with one hand, brushing the head lightly. "Hey, the skin on your dick head is getting so dry. And — it's starting to peel off!" She sounded very excited. "That means it's starting to toughen up. That means you're really starting to get the full circumcised experience. Do you think your glans is starting to flare out yet?" I told her I didn't think so, and she looked disappointed.

With no sex or sexual release I was starting to become uncontrollably horny. At night I would lie next to Saoirse and feel the heat of her body, or the curve of her hips and bum against me, and my cock would stiffen into a raging erection. For the first couple of weeks after the operation the discomfort of these erections outweighed the feeling of arousal, but soon I was far enough into healing that I just felt turned on.

One night my arousal was driving me crazy. For the first time, without the distracting discomfort, I noticed how tight my hard cock felt. It must have been the effect of the tight circumcision Saoirse insisted on, I thought. I flicked on the lamp and flipped down the bedclothes so I could get a good look at my penis. It was certainly a very tight circumcision. I was so hard it felt like my cock was going to tear, and the skin on the shaft was drawn taut on my erection in a way that even the hair ties trick hadn't come close to emulating. The veins stood out on the shaft, and the head — noticeably drier and rougher since the skin had peeled off a few days before — stood out angrily, begging to be touched. The scar was not yet fully healed, but it was clear the doctor had been true to his word. The thin red line ran in a circle around my shaft at least an inch and a half behind the rim of my head. The skin changed colour from white-tan to pink beyond that scar. Precum started to glisten on the tip of my cock and I ran my finger along the shaft, starting at the base and moving slowly towards the tip. I shivered in pleasure as my fingertip brushed the scar and then traced along the tightly stretched inner skin — what used to be my foreskin, I thought with a twinge of excitement. My pelvic muscles clenched involuntarily as the electric charge of pleasure from my fingertip touching the rim of my exposed glans spread through my body. I looked closer at myself. Maybe the glans was flaring after all?

Just then Saoirse turned over sleepily to look at me. The involuntary moan from brushing my exposed corona must have stirred her. "Baby, are you alright?" She said, just before noticing what I was doing. "Oh! You are alright."

"I couldn't sleep."

"I can see why. Is that thing making you uncomfortable?"

"Hmm sort of," I said coyly, rubbing my bare glans with one hand and her cheek with the other. "It's just so tight. And I'm so horny. I can't take it." I moved my hand down to her naked breasts, gently brushing her hardening nipples with my fingers. She shifted towards me in the bed and brushed her soft thigh against me.

"It looks like things are healing pretty well. Do you think it's time to... try it out?" I nodded. She groaned with pleasure. "Oh baby, I've been dreaming about making your circumcised cock come for the first time. It's going to be so special."

"We can't have sex though," I told her sadly. "Not yet anyway. But I think I might die if you don't give me some release right now."

Saoirse grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table and dribbled some on her hand and some on my cock. She gently massaged it into the head in circular motions. "You'll have to tell me how you like it — now that you're a circumcised man," she said breathily, nibbling my ear.

"That... feels indescribably good," I told her. It was true: after so long without an orgasm I was ready to explode just at her touch. "Just... focus on my head and the skin just below it. The scar is tender still."

She massaged my glans between just her thumb and forefinger, twisting up and down. When she touched the corona I couldn't help but moan. After less than a minute of this my whole body tensed up and she quickened her strokes on my glans. With that a fountain of come shot out of the end of my penis with such force it hit the wall above the bed. Saoirse could only giggle in amazement.

"What a good boy, shooting so far with your circumcised dick for the first time," she said, caressing my face. "You needed that, didn't you? Going so long without an orgasm."

I curled up to her in contentment. "I definitely needed that. I can't wait to make you come with it."

I didn't have to wait too much longer. By then things had healed up enough that I could fully appreciate what my new penis was like. When soft my glans was totally exposed, though there was a little cuff of foreskin remnant bunched just at the rim of the head. I could just about roll the skin a centimetre or so over the glans, but as soon as I let go it would spring back into place behind the head. The pale scar line rested right against my corona. It looked very much like my uncircumcised penis looked soft with the foreskin pulled back, except there was no way to force the skin back over the head anymore. This thought excited me immensely. The other change was the glans itself. When I had a foreskin my glans was a dark purple color and always looked moist and shiny. In the few weeks since I had been circumcised the glans had dried out considerably and started to become a paler pink color. Since the peeling incident that had so excited Saoirse I thought my glans was starting to look a little rougher than before.

While there was some loose skin on my shaft when soft there was almost none at all when I got hard. The doctor had been right: as my penis grew from 2 inches when soft to over 6 inches when hard it needed some loose skin to grow into. It was already tight enough when hard; I couldn't imagine being any more tightly circumcised. As soon as an erection started to build, the little cuff of foreskin remnant would retreat down my shaft, pulling away immediately from the corona. Even at half mast there was a gap of about an inch between the corona and the scar. When fully erect there was only a little give in the shaft skin — absolutely no hope of touching the corona with what was left of my foreskin anymore, even with a strong grip and a lot of force to pull the skin up. This excited me a lot, but was even more intoxicating for Saoirse. In those early days she loved to try and force the skin over my glans when I was soft and then release it to spring back into place behind my flaring corona. Then, when I was fully hard, she would try and work the shaft skin. "They circumcised you so tightly, didn't they? Look, I can't get the skin anywhere near your poor, exposed dick head. And your scar is so far down your shaft. Poor baby." Saoirse and I spent a lot of time enjoying and exploring the new sensations, but what we both wanted was to have sex for the first time with my circumcised penis. Instead, I would spend hours going down on her or rubbing her clit and fingering her tight, wet pussy. Sometimes she would get herself off when rubbing my cock with her lubed hand, her eyes devouring my new tool. "Wanking your circumcised dick is hypnotic," she told me.

Then, almost five weeks after the operation, the day arrived when we could finally satisfy ourselves. "I think I'm ready, it's been long enough and everything feels really good," I told her one evening. "Come to bed with me." She looked up at me hungrily from her reading, took my hand and I led her to the bedroom. We kissed passionately, deeply and slowly at first, but before long we were tearing each other's clothes off. She stripped me naked and threw me down onto the bed. Saoirse was completely naked too, and with her standing over me like she was I could drink in her slim beauty: the roll of her hips, the sheen of her slim and freshly waxed legs, the deviant declivity from her taut belly that ended in fragrant blonde pubic hair. "I've never wanted to fuck you so badly as I do now," I told her.

Saoirse got on the bed and took my cock in one hand. She bent over me and traced her tongue along the back of my shaft, pausing just before she reached the light ring encircling it. "Your circumcision scar is so fucking sexy," she gasped. "I can't wait for you to slide it into my tight little cunt." Then she followed the scar with her tongue around the circumference of my shaft, making my toes curl. Her hot velvety mouth completely engulfed my glans, her tongue lapping at where my frenulum used to be. The sensation of her pillowy lips sliding first down over the corona and then to the scar, and then back up over the inner foreskin and the head was wonderful. But I longed to feel her tight cunt make the same journey.

"You're driving me crazy," I told her as she greedily slurped on my cock. "It feels amazing."

"Different to being uncircumcised?" she paused long enough to ask me.

"Yes, yes... so much," I had trouble gathering coherent thoughts. "Much more intense, more primal. And..."

"Yes?"

"You can do it harder," I suggested.

"Mmm yes, of course. Your glans is toughening so you'll need that now, won't you? Like a real circumcised man." She gripped me more firmly in her mouth and started to suck me harder. I moaned in appreciation. It briefly flashed into my mind that this was why her blowjob technique was so intense for me when we first started dating: her previous boyfriends had both been circumcised. And then I thought of her pussy being fucked by those other bare, brutal circumcised cocks. I imagined her in ecstasy, on her back as some anonymous circumcised American — who never knew any different than his high and tight, rough-headed cock — fucked her barbarically. She'd lost her virginity that way, had learned how to have sex with men who had no choice but to fuck her that way and thought it was completely natural — they couldn't imagine otherwise. No wonder she craved that feeling again, and wanted to have my cock just like those of the men who'd shown her how.

"Fuck, I need you," I growled. I sat up and she obediently let me grab her and push her down on the bed. Saoirse bit her lip and had a filthy smile on her face as I pulled her ass towards me and then spread her legs. Her pussy was glistening with the promise of an end to weeks of painful celibacy. Those delicate pink labia parted for me, inviting me inside her. "Oh my god, Saoirse, I need to feel your tight cunt so badly," I moaned.

She looked up at me provocatively. "Please fuck me," she said breathily. "I need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard with that hot, circumcised, bare-headed dick. I want to feel your big, bare head in my tight cunt. Please. Fuck me and don't stop till you explode inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel your sexy, tight, circumcised penis come deep in my cunt."

With an ecstatic moan I plunged my throbbing cock inside her. My erection was so tight I thought it might burst, or that I might come instantly just from penetrating her. But I didn't. I savored Saoirse's hot flesh glide silkily over my engorged glans, and then consume the sensitive inner skin stretched tightly over my shaft. My body jolted with pleasure as her tight pussy lips squeezed and rubbed my scar line. Saoirse moaned and clawed at my back, one hand creeping down to my hips and trying to push me deeper inside her.

"Oh fuuuck," she gasped. "Your circumcised cock feels so good. You're so fucking hard inside me. It feels so tight. So much tighter than before. I love it."

As I started to thrust inside her my eyes were rolling in my head from the intensity of her pussy rubbing on my bare head. "I'm so glad you got circumcised for me," she cried weakly as I pounded her harder. Without my foreskin the sensations on my cock were somehow magnified, deeper. Primal desire resonated through my body with every outstroke as I felt my bared corona rub against her vaginal walls.

A powerful fire and tightness, like a white heat, began to build inside me. Saoirse was almost screaming now, her head twisting this way and that, her hands grabbing at whatever they could get to: scratching my back, scrunching up bedclothes, blindly tugging at my hair. Some irresistible force from deep within compelled me to keep thrusting harder and harder inside her, and the sensation all along the end of my cock — right from the head to my circumcision scar — was becoming unbearable. It was making me crazy with primal lust. I pressed her down harder, holding her in place so I could rub my newly circumcised cock inside her in just the right way, each thrust slapping into her body with a brutal shock reverberating through her trembling thighs and breasts. The image of the anonymous American, pounding her mercilessly into a crumpled, sweaty heap just so he could rub his rough, circumcised cock off in her pussy came into my mind. I was the same as that imagined man now. My circumcised cock was buried deep in Saoirse's sopping wet cunt, each thrust stimulating parts of it drawn tight and held in place in ways they should never have been, ways that were completely unnatural. But it felt amazing. Each stronger thrust brought the white force building inside me closer to bursting point. The pursuit of releasing that fire consumed me. My only thought was to thrust, to fuck, to rub my bared cock head and my electric circumcision scar off in this beautiful, deviant circumcision slut who had wanted me to get that operation for her. And then the white heat consumed me, focused through my pulsating cock — which was enflamed with sensations I had never imagined possible as an uncircumcised man — thrusting deeper and harder into Saoirse's hungry cunt. My scar line and the tight inner skin felt like they were glowing from the sheer force of pleasure — new sensations, I thought, only unlocked through my being circumcised.

I yelled as I came in her, my whole body convulsing powerfully. At the same moment she let out a guttural shriek and her tiny body quivered against me, her arms and legs tightening around me, practically pulling me deeper into her. We bucked against each other, blinded and completely disoriented in that moment by the overwhelming release. We locked hungry mouths. A few last, desperate thrusts — it wasn't me, but some more powerful force within me which compelled them — and we lay in silence, save for our exhausted panting.

I held Saoirse and felt her little body tremble against me. Minutes passed without either of us saying anything. Eventually she spoke. "Wow," she said, looking deeply into my eyes. "I didn't expect that. It was amazing."

I brushed her cheek and smiled at her tenderly. "It was. The best orgasm I ever had was when I came inside you the first time after I got circumcised."

We kissed deeply. "And I'm so happy you did," she beamed.

Our sex life was electric again. Saoirse was delighted that I could make love to her as many times as we wanted each night, with no pain or problems like there used to be. We would often work role play or dirty talk around circumcision into our regular routine. She loved trying to cover my glans with what little skin I had left — and delighted in always failing. "No, you're far too tightly circumcised now for that, aren't you?" She would say. Sometimes we would role play that I had just been circumcised recently, and was completely clueless about how to use my new penis. "What a silly boy," she would say. "You're trying to wank like you're not circumcised. You don't have any loose skin anymore. You have to go get your lube if you want to do that."

Those games always ended in primal, savage fucking. That seemed to be all I wanted now. It was certainly the best way to stimulate my circumcised penis. Saoirse seemed to love it too. Every time she would claw and scratch me in the throes of a trembling orgasm. On occasion we would just talk about circumcision, or look through web pages with pictures and descriptions of the different kinds of procedure, or the different experiences of men who got circumcised. We would talk and browse those sites sometimes for hours at a time, touching ourselves and each other. I loved watching her masturbate to videos of men being circumcised, or anything else related to it.

Over time my glans got more and more roughened from constant exposure. The color dulled to a very light pink where once it had been a dark reddish-purple. Eventually I grew to love the velvet touch of her unlubed hands on my dry glans and inner skin. Saoirse loved giving me handjobs that way too. It seemed so wrong, she said, that she could get me off just with short quick strokes on my dry glans. When she focused on the corona it didn't take her long to make me come. "I think it really is flaring," she told me. I had to agree. After almost a year of exposure the sensation on my glans had completely changed from before I was circumcised, and the corona had started to grow more pronounced. It seemed to have gradually expanded from a little lip to an angry-looking ridge. "This flared ridge is what I feel on my G-spot," Saoirse told me, rubbing it lovingly.

Of course, things became very serious between us. The circumcision experience brought us much closer together. I felt like I never wanted to sleep with any woman other than the one who convinced me to get circumcised for her. We also started to discuss starting a family more seriously. "What if we have a son?" I said to her during one such discussion. "Would we get him done too?"

"Done? You mean circumcised?" she said. "I think you know there's no question. I would want him to be circumcised, just like his daddy is. Like father like son: fully circumcised. And any son I have is going to have a proper high and tight circumcision. We never got to do it with you, but I would want him done with a Gomco clamp too. You know it's my favourite."

It was true — when we spent nights surfing the internet and reading about circumcision Saoirse was always talking about Gomco clamps. I knew she was very aroused by the brown ring scar they left on boys. She never said so, but I'm certain she wished I had a scar like that rather than the pale ring separating the two skin tones on my shaft. "My second boyfriend had a very pronounced brown ring around his cock," she told me once. "It was always fascinated me — and now I know what it was."

We don't have any plans for children yet. But we have planned something else. "You went through so much for me, gave up so much sensitivity for me, darling," she said one weekend. "So I've been thinking. I want to do the same for you."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I want to get circumcised too. For you. If you would like. I mean: have my clit hood removed. Then my little head will be permanently exposed — just like yours is now."

The idea did appeal to me. "That's a beautiful thought — so symmetrical," I told her. "We'd have matching genitals then, both surgically modified for each other — for more pleasure."

"Mmm yea that's what I was thinking," she said.

"I guess we should do some research... If we don't get too distracted while doing it," I said slyly.

"Yes, let's. But right now all I can think about is how sexy it would be for you to rub your permanently exposed cock head on my forever-bared clit," she said, gently cupping my balls.

After Saoirse gets circumcised for me we have it all planned out: we're going to consummate our relationship properly, as fully circumcised lovers. Not like nature intended: better.