Shhhh, I like fisting

I sometimes find myself writing about something and I genuinely feel embarrassed to do so.  Equally I like sharing my experiences.  Plus, feedback tells me, others enjoy hearing about them, and I know it helps them explore new ideas.  Hence, I will continue writing despite my blushing cheeks

Part of me wonders why I feel uncomfortable with the topic of fisting.  I have written about many other topics which are generally considered far more taboo

I think it relates to the size of my Dom’s fist and that it can actually fit inside me.  I am naturally rather “tight” in that area, yet I can accommodate his fist when required.  And my Dom is a broad man with broad hands, so….

Now, I have to say, this is only an activity I would suggest partaking in once you have enjoyed a considerable amount of foreplay and, personally, a generous application of lube

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I was lying on the bed thoroughly enjoying myself as he alternated between playing with my clit and fingering me.  It felt fabulous and my orgasms were coming thick and fast

He paused, looking down at me – a breathless mess on the bed.  “I know what you need now, Little One”.  I did my best to pull a quizzical face

I saw him pick up the bottle of lube and squirt a generous portion onto my already wet pussy.  He started to rub it in which just drove me even more crazy.  The delicious slipperiness as his fingers danced across me, making me moan with pleasure

“One finger” and he pushed his index finger inside me

Realisation dawned as to exactly what he was about to do

“Oh” I whimpered nervously

“Yes, Little One” he nodded, “two fingers now” and he slipped a second in.  The two twirled around inside me, caressing all my inner walls 

This time, I whispered “Oh” in exquisite pleasure

“Time for a third” and another pushed in.  My opening forced to stretch to accommodate it.  I felt beautifully filled

“Oh” I moaned at the wonderful fullness

He started to thrust the three fingers in and out of me, helping me adjust to the stretch

“Ready for a fourth?”

“Oh no” I groaned, awash with excitement and fearful anticipation

“Oh yes”, and a fourth digit entered my pussy.  “That’s four fingers, Little One”

I cried out this time

It felt too much

I spread my legs wider

I writhed on the bed

“Ready for my fist?”

I shook my head

I couldn’t take any more

He tucked his thumb in and pushed deeper

His knuckle stretching me wide

I screamed as it felt too much

“That’s my whole fist inside you.  You wonderful Fuck-toy”

His words, the sensation of being stretched, the intoxicating fullness – it drove me wild

I felt so naughty, so used

I needed to cum so badly

He started to work his fist back and forth.  Never fully pulling out.  But stimulating every inch of my pussy

I growled at him

I bit at the pillow

I needed my release

But I just couldn’t cum

I never can with a fist inside me.  It is too much.  I am too stretched, too full.  My body feels right on the edge, but the final climax eludes me

I grabbed at the sheets

My hips bucked desperately

“Please” I begged

He pulled his fist from me and I exploded.  A fountain of my juices squirting from me.  Delicious waves of orgasmic pleasure ripping through my body

I felt utterly satisfied

I will ache for days afterwards

I know I will relish that ache as a wonderful reminder of his fist inside me

Yet every time, I will blush a little at the recollection

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