The Prospect of Getting Fisted

I want a hand up there. Past the knuckles. To the wrist. A fist. In my vagina.

Mostly because I think I'm capable. There are some things I know I'm capable of but have no interest in doing. I'm entirely capable of eating fennel. No desire to, though. Ugh. Fennel. But that other F word--fisting.

Exciting stuff.

A couple weeks back at Chemistry, this sex party in Brooklyn, a lovely woman named Molly (who I might very well be able to link to somewhere on the internet right now, but I only know her from real life, and you can't link a real person in a blog post, though that would be fun if you could--click on the hyperlink and bam they're there) got all five fingers inside my cunt. Just up to that big knuckle though, not past it. So not technically fisting. She got all those fingers in by warming me up with OUTSTANDING erotic massage, tons of lube, and then--The Juicer. Which is forming your fingers into a shape where all the fingertips are touching one another to make a sort of beak-like shape, and then the fingers go up the pussy, and rotate, like you'd do with a lemon and one of those old fashioned juicers. That felt FUCKING AWESOME. That fullness, and allll that lube, it just felt so delicious, so full, and I felt very, very, very relaxed, too. Like I could cum or go to sleep with her fingers inside me. Either or.

Wasn't a whole fist, though.

But I think I can get one up there. I do. In time.

A few nights later, my man tried The Juicer on me. Cuz he pays attention when I'm writhing on the mattress at a sex party with a girl's fingers stuffed into my soaking pussy--he wants to make that sort of thing happen again. But he wants to do it. I don't mind that he gets inspired by the other people I fool around with. In fact, that happens to be an outstanding benefit of this open relationship thang. We are always excited to get back to one another. Anyway. He got his fingers further inside. His hand is bigger. It felt that way. But it also felt super relaxing, again. There was occasional gspot stimulation but mostly just a feeling of getting rubbed and massaged from the inside out. And I felt suddenly very able to get fisted. And then it got to be a bit too much and he pulled his fingers out slowly.

But we got close!

I think when someone's wrist does disappear inside my vagina someday, I might cry. Just because I feel like that's a big awesome deal and the more stuff I can get inside my body that doesn't hurt me (ie, not bad food, drugs, cigarettes)--the better. I just like to feel full. In general. Which is why I think I dig on multiple orgasms. The first one always feels the best. But I'm a glutton. And I know if I can get a bunch of baby O's in, that's a good thing as well.

I'm gonna do some research on vaginal fisting. Anal sex seems like a really difficult thing for me (successful anal sex count--ONE) but fisting doesn't seem as scary. Maybe because my vagina isn't undiscovered country. I know her pretty well at this point. I like to think I know what she's capable of. I also like to think she'll continue to surprise me. But I'm getting to know her better. Every day. We're in a long-term relationship--my cunt and me.