HappyComeLucky

Sometimes I am a walking advertisement for “Do as I say, not as I do,” but I will share more about that soon.

The Kink of the Week is Fisting. Fisting is one of the things that is definitely on my I-love-it list. It’s not something that I do often but that is about opportunity amongst other things.

If you’re interested in fisting, you need to take it carefully and use lots and lots of lube. Make sure you communicate and listen to your body. Now that I have said that, I can tell about my experiences. This is why I said for you all to do as I say and not as I do. About nine years ago, I was seeing a friend and we had a very good fit sexually. We explored lots of things and I had several new experiences with him. I need to make clear that although we didn’t talk about everything in advance, we did have very responsive communication during acts and it was part of our dynamic that he would try things out.

I had never heard of fisting before I tried it. He had a bit of a kink for stretching me with things. On one occasion, I was struggling to take the item he wanted to see in me and I said he would need to stretch me more first. Already soaking, my cunt easily accommodated his four fingers. As he worked them in and out of me, I orgasmed and I’m the aftermath he increased the pressure. I still remember the overwhelming sensation and feeling of utter wonder when I realised that he was wrist deep in my cunt. I remember my thoughts going round and round, incomplete because every move he made pushed me further into only feeling instead of thinking. It’s safe to say that from that moment on, I have only thought positive things about fisting and my eyes light up at the suggestion of opportunities.

I have spent years being very careful about mentioning that I have experienced fisting, let alone how much I love it. The first few times I mentioned it taught me to keep it quiet. Even though they were people I talked to about a lot of things, their response was not OK. The implication from them that I must have a slack cunt to take a fist really hurt. As someone who fights stigma a lot of the time, this was an occasion that I backed down and hid about it. I realise how that it was their lack of understanding that made them say those things but that doesnt change how I felt at the time. And this is one of the rare times that I have shared that I get so wet that I can be fisted without extra lube sometimes.

Now, I am much more loud and proud about loving fisting. I have many more amazing experiences to share from both planned, requested and even begged for, to impromptu lustfilled sessions. It depends on what has already happened as to whether we reach for the lube – although at extra bit on the outer labia is often good.

I love the surrender in fisting. I utterly surrender to the actions of the fister and surrender to the sensations. My body responds and I float on a wave of intensity.

Because I float on those sensations, I’m also have a fascination about others being fisted. This year, I have been lucky enough to fist a friend. Watching her responses and feeling everything as I moved my hand was intoxicating. It’s an amazing thing to be invited to do.

I still find it hard to ask partners and play partners for things that I want but fisting is one of those things that I do want enough to sometimes ask for. I’m also very grateful when I am asked if I would like it without having to get over the asking hurdle.