Fisting! A Guest Blog….

Posted by Minx:

I have had fisting on the brain these days. In a recent online discussion, a sexy friend shared an awesome piece of writing about her early adventures with fisting. Without further ado…I am thrilled to open the floor to a fierce sexy guest writer,Gem.

The following is reproduced with permission from her blog – originally posted more than two years ago:

A tribute to my first Big O on a Big Fist

The anticipation, the overwhelming desire, the impatience… It felt like I’d been waiting a lifetime for this moment (which I suppose is true). Was this really about to happen? Was I about to finally feel the fullness I’d been so longing for?

YES! And YES!! And YES!!!

This is the moment I open myself completely to the will of his hand. I feel it, in its entirety, glide past that final barrier: the bliss of the “pop”. Then my body’s immediate innate reaction…Squeeze. For a moment I lose my limbs. He is in complete control. I am immobilized. “Just feel my fist” he whispers as he holds still inside me. It’s all I can feel. I am yours. He glides the fingers of his other hand up my leg, tickling my thighs as he moves up to my clit. Every muscle in my body relaxes and he knows it immediately without a word spoken by me.

“Good girl”

The only words I need to hear as he slowly begins to move his fist inside me. I feel every twitch, every minor extension of his fingers, every subtle movement from side to side and up and down. My eyes squeeze shut, happy tears begin to fall, and all I can see is white behind the lids. Not darkness… light. I become consumed by the sensations and happily lose the world around me for what feels like a blissful eternity, never wanting to be let free from his hold on me. His voice the only sound I hear and obey.

And then my world changes as the intensity of his movements increases and his voice becomes fierce. Through gritted teeth he praises me for my strength and tells me how sexy this moment is. He makes a fist with his other hand, places it on my abdomen and tells me to hold it as a reminder of how big his hands are. Boom!! I can’t even begin to cover his hand with mine. In that moment I feel miniature and in awe. I find my voice again as my body braces itself for the most intense final moments of the scene…

…the colourful, filthy, sexy, language that pours from my mouth is astounding. Then the enthusiastic praise for the man filling me with his intensity and passion. Then the cursing again. All finally replaced by incoherent growls and moans. Noises I’d never made before. Noises I didn’t know I was capable of making. Uncontrollable, Primal, Euphoric. My orgasm feels like it is going on forever. So long in fact that I begin to feverishly giggle as I exclaim “I’m still coming!!!”

All I can recall from the moments to follow are lying vulnerable, exhausted, and satisfied in his arms as he helps me connect back to my body… again not wanting to be let free from the moment.

~Gem

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