Fisting Me Gently

Posted on | October 22, 2011 | 6 Comments |

I love being fisted. It doesn’t happen too often – it takes a long time, a lot of lubricant, and a very persuasive hand – but the sensation of being filled beyond full, where every flex and movement and stretch of muscle translates itself across my body, is delicious.

I have only ever been fisted successfully by Apollo. Which is not so say I haven’t had a lot of fun trying with other partners! Hylas with his (comparatively) enormous hands has never gotten past four fingers, but it’s a blast getting that even that far. Apollo, though, has hands smaller than my own – and that means sometimes we’ll come home from work on a warm Friday afternoon, slide out of our clothes, and relax on the bed with our end-of-week Gin and Tonics and our delight in each other. Those afternoons are our Fisting Dates.

Fisting Dates don’t have a set agenda, really. But they usually end up with (funnily enough) fisting. Somewhere in there are orgasms for me – often before anything else – as that not only means I create a whole lot of my own lubricant, but also ensures I am definitely relaxed! Sometimes that means a good long session of cunnilingus (something he is very good at indeed). Other times we trade turns. I love the cock, and it’s a bit hard to say no when I want it so much!

Penetrative sex generally doesn’t happen – although it’s always a possibility, it’s not the kind of penetrating we’re focused on those afternoons. Instead, once a few sex-towels are good and drenched in my juices, we make the preparations:

  • put down more towels (this is vital. I can go through six or more), and ensure they’re folded for maximum juice catching
  • check nails are short and have no sharp edges (generally he’s filed them a day or two beforehand)
  • remove wedding ring (all the slipperiness means Apollo’s ring attempts to abscond and live deep inside my cunt. Not ideal)
  • add lube to his hands, and my cunt. And then add a bit more!

Given we’ve been together for nearly a decade, it shouldn’t surprise me that he knows my cunt so well, both inside and out. But it always does. Apollo will usually kneel between my legs, one hand in my cunt and the other on one knee, or holding my hand. He’ll work his way in slowly. If he’s got two fingers inside me he teases my g-spot, gesturing and pressing. He knows exactly where to press hard and stop me from coming, which drives me insane (and yet he insists he isn’t sadistic…).  When three are inside he uses his thumb to flick and tease my clit instead.

By the time four are inside I couldn’t tell you what he’s doing. I have no idea. I’m losing it. There’s that fullness. My awareness of every stretch he makes (“What are you doing?” I yell as I thresh under him. He lifts his other hand up where I can see it, and moving it in time with the hand still deep within me, simply spreads his fingers slightly) . My focus is entirely on what he’s doing to me, with me, for me – the sensations beginning in my cunt and belly and taint and spreading down to my toes and up to my head. It is glorious.

There are moments when I beg him to stop. To pull back just a little, ease off. The pressure at the base of my cunt, the membrane joining it to my perineum, is almost unbearable. He holds still for me, waiting for me to be ready. And the suddenly I want more and just have to press myself down onto him, to have all his hand deeper inside me. I didn’t know it was possible to be fuller, but I am.

I can’t come – there’s no room to orgasm, no space to clench and bear down and gush and explode. Instead I feel the pressure running across the surface of my skin. I feel beyond orgasm. Certainly beyond words. I can’t explain myself to Apollo – I am only glad he understands me so well, and is so deeply within me again.

Eventually. Minutes or moments or months later. Eventually I pull back a little. Eventually he slides out a little. Eventually I physically orgasm, my ejaculation pushing his wrist and palm and fingers the rest of the way out of me in a waterfall of backed-up power. Eventually I stutter and collapse.

I love Apollo’s hands. I love my cunt. And together, his fist in me, we are amazing.


October 21st is International Fisting Day! This is the Inaugural day, created by Courtney Trouble and Jiz Lee. Read more about it here.

Great Books to read

(I own both of these)
A Hand in the Bush: The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting – Deborah Addington
Trust, the handbook: The Guide to the Sensual and Spiritual Art of Handballing – Bert Hermann (handballing = anal fisting)

Excellent Blog posts

Gone Fisting – Amie Wee
Happy International Fisting Day – Kit O’Connell
International Fisting Day – Sugarcunt
Fisting is Awesome – Jilly Boyd
Go Fist Yourself – Uncommon Appetites
International Fisting Day – The Sex Positive Project
Vaginal Fisting Basics – Scarlett Chaos
Fisting Day – My Whole Sex Life
Fisting is the new high five – Purrversatility
Fisting is fun! – Jack and Jill

Beautiful Fisting pics

self-fisting – dirtygardengirl
femme fisting – deviant femme
trans fisting – james darling
Nina Hartley fisting Jiz Lee – deviant femme

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Comments

6 Responses to “Fisting Me Gently”

  1. Jess Carlson
    October 22nd, 2011 @ 10:24 pm

    Fantastic post!

  2. Jack and Jill
    October 23rd, 2011 @ 4:52 am

    Thank you for posting this. You aptly describe the ins and outs (no pun intended) of fisting. Jill, especially, can relate to the sensations and emotions, and we appreciate your in-depth analysis (if that’s not too dry a term to describe such an intimate sexual act).

    Thanks also for linking to our post!

  3. Kit O'Connell
    October 24th, 2011 @ 8:32 am

    Thanks for including my blog post. It really was a very fun holiday to celebrate, wasn’t it? :)

  4. Kiwiana
    October 24th, 2011 @ 6:14 pm

    I was fixated as I read this.

  5. Dee
    October 26th, 2011 @ 6:07 pm

    Jess – Thank you for commenting! Did you read any other Fisting Day posts?

    J&J – *chuckle* In-depth, huh?

    Kit – You’re most welcome. And it really was!

    Kiwiana – I am so pleased. Something for us to try, huh?

    xx Dee

  6. Jack and Jill
    October 26th, 2011 @ 7:59 pm

    That’s too funny! We didn’t even think of that when we were writing out our comment! Good catch!


  

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