Tomorrow, October 21, is the fifth annual International Fisting Day. Now, I don’t publish on Saturdays, but I FUCKING LOVE fisting, and talking about fisting, so I decided to post a day early. I wanted to be the fist to wish you a happy day, you might say (that’s the last awful joke, promise). There is an explicit photo at the end of this post!
For me, fisting is a journey that never ceases to amaze me. I started doing it about five years ago; a datemate of mine would invite me over, get high, and then I’d work her up to a whole hand. I can’t remember if I was her first as well or only if she was mine, but it was a delightful summer.
I was so amazed, every single time, whenever I managed to get the widest part of my hand into her vagina. The fact that the human body could actually encompass all of that, and then some! was magical to me. I couldn’t get enough of it.
With the end of that summer, and the end of my fisting dates with her, I received a string of clients who wanted to be anally fisted.
The first of which agreed to talk me through anal fisting, if needed, since I only had experience with vaginas until this point.
I enter his apartment to see him already naked. We quickly got down to the fun and, while I won’t give you a play-by-play of the action, suffice to say that, when I got my whole hand in him, he told me to keep going. Deeper and deeper.
Naively, I hadn’t even considered that you could fit more than just a fist into someone at this point in my life. So I anxiously kept going, absolutely terrified, and exceptionally glad that doggy style kept him from seeing my facial expressions. What if I hurt him? What if something went wrong?
You see, I was terrified, but I was also hooked.
With every inch deeper into his body I went, the deeper that hook sank into me, too.
My entire arm was encapsulated. squeezed tight, and his muscles were moving, churning, massaging me as I moved within him. The slightest movement on my end was magnified on his, a gentle little twitch of my wrist felt magnified and intense on his.
Due to my smaller hands, I often get to be someone’s first fister, which I adore. I love being the first person to fulfill someone’s fantasy of taking a fist; helping to teach them just how much their body can take.
Working someone to the point where they can take your whole fist or even your entire forearm is exhilarating, and the way their body feels around your arm is unlike no other feeling I’ve experienced; there’s an intensity about it that isn’t there during other kinds of play. There’s this moment when you’re working your fist in and it’s almost there almost there almost…..and then, suddenly, the last bit of your hand is accepted by their body and your whole fist is inside of them and they’re warm and squeezing your hand so tight at times you are half-convinced they’re going to break you. And it’s all you can do to angle your hand to stimulate the G-spot or the P-spot, to thrust against that with all of you instead of just a finger or two. I have so much more control with my hand than I do when using a toy, so I’m able to better target exactly how and where my lover wants to be stimulated, and I have the added joy of being able to actually feel their body around mine in a way that I find so incredibly hot.
It’s been five years since I discovered my love for this sex act. I’m now the person who, when referencing a fisting party that I threw, have friends ask “which one was this?”, have people just assume that I’m the one telling the fisting story, and have my cousins (who didn’t know I was a sex educator) just assume I’d know about it and have tips. This is my life now, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
What are your favourite things about fisting and/or being fisted? I’d love to know!
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