First Fisting

This is not my only fist­ing expe­ri­ence by any stretch of the imag­i­na­tion, but the first ones do tend to stick out in your mind.

It all started out with me hav­ing a thing for fin­ger­ing a woman. Still have, more than ever. I guess I have some­what of a pen­e­tra­tion fetish; it doesn’t mat­ter so much where, as long as I get my fin­gers in her.

I like to say that my fin­gers are harder than my dick, and I’ve got ten of them. And in some ways they are more sen­si­tive than the glans of the penis. The glans is of course sen­si­tive, but not the way your fin­ger is sen­si­tive. It is very sen­si­tive to tem­per­a­ture and to fric­tion. Pres­sure sen­si­tiv­ity, though, is not very detailed; you wouldn’t read Braille with your dick, for instance. Heh.

There is so much of a woman to explore and mar­vel at when you pay atten­tion and can feel every nook and cranny of her; how her inner walls part for you and cling to you, how soft and hot and slick they are, how incred­i­bly pow­er­ful those mus­cles are. Every­thing. In many ways, that is the per­fect way of being cra­dled by her, engulfed by her, embraced by her like only a woman can embrace you.

With the right emo­tional con­nec­tion, fist­ing can really be a spir­i­tual expe­ri­ence that brings you together like noth­ing else. It requires ded­i­ca­tion from both but the rewards can be incred­i­ble. There are many sto­ries you can read in the fist­ing groups on FetLife from women who had it done to them. You will feel stuffed like a turkey but in a good way.

One girl­friend always really liked deep fin­ger­ing. She would have me play with her cervix with my fin­ger­tips for hours, and she would fol­low me around like a grate­ful lit­tle puppy after­wards. Suf­fice it to say that it could be very intense for her. When I told her that I had once seen fist­ing in a porn movie and had fan­ta­sized about it ever since, she sug­gested we try it. We were halfway there any­way. True dat.

She had not given birth and was as tight as my first 15-​​year-​​old lover. She used teen Tam­pax because the oth­ers were too big. And still, I was more scared than her. The attempt pre­ced­ing the first time of full fist pen­e­tra­tion, I was freaked out enough to lose my erec­tion because she took more than I thought must be nat­ural. Intel­lec­tu­ally I knew that even big­ger things can fit through there, but emo­tion­ally my hand looked the size of a bus at the time. It was freaky and awe­some at the same time.

The next time we tried we were both sur­prised when my hand slid in to the wrist. It was a rush for me and an earth­quake for her. She was com­ing the entire time I was inside and she had to ask me to pull out because she was rapidly becom­ing over­loaded; the sen­sa­tions were just too much. We con­tin­ued with it off and on and played around with angles and motions and such.

There is a very spir­i­tual expe­ri­ence hav­ing your whole hand inside another human being. You feel like you can touch their soul and the con­nec­tion you feel is incred­i­ble. The spir­i­tual con­nec­tion and bond­ing was every bit as pro­found as my expe­ri­ence with nurs­ing blood. That is another story; stay tuned.

We stopped fist­ing when she started get­ting UTIs no mat­ter how care­ful we were. And I guess we became some­what lazy since a fist­ing ses­sion takes a lot of work-​​up and we were really start­ing to drift apart at that time.

Any­way, fist­ing is awe­some and I highly rec­om­mend it. I also rec­om­mend doing it with some­one spe­cial because of the pos­si­ble emo­tional ram­i­fi­ca­tions. And this is another thing (the other being anal sex) that can be even more fun for a woman with a retro­verted uterus if pres­sure on her uterus feels pleasurable.

Gloves of course help with lubri­ca­tion and hygiene, but fist­ing is a thing that really ben­e­fits from bare­back if you pull it off at all. Make sure he has a good man­i­cure with very short nails, and that he washes his hands very well and rinses them after­wards even bet­ter. The skin-​​to-​​skin con­nec­tion is worth it, though. Totally worth it.

Vagi­nal tis­sue is very resilient and vagi­nal mus­cles are fright­fully strong; a woman hav­ing given birth has less phys­i­o­log­i­cal impact to fist­ing recep­tive­ness than you might think. It is more of a neu­ro­log­i­cal thing, actu­ally; I think that hav­ing given birth, the lady knows that fist­ing is pos­si­ble and is already halfway there in allow­ing her mus­cles to relax enough to let it happen.

In my per­sonal expe­ri­ence, you take it slow and make her relax, not so much for the ben­e­fit of her body, but to make her mind envi­sion and wel­come your hand inside her. A warm, safe space with can­dles and relax­ing music will do more good than a gal­lon of lube. But for good­ness sakes; don’t skimp on the lube.

That’s why you see some frus­trated cou­ples not being suc­cess­ful even after years of try­ing, even when the lady has given birth before; they are work­ing her body and not her mind. Her want­ing it too much or try­ing too hard and focus­ing too much only serves to block him out of her. When her mind is relaxed and recep­tive and wel­com­ing, her body fol­lows suit.

It is that sim­ple. And that hard. To me, fist­ing is not so much about sex as it is con­nect­ing pro­foundly, and it is not so much about pen­e­trat­ing her body as it is touch­ing her soul.

If you like to be filled up and stretched, and feel uncom­fort­able with a huge fist inside you, there are of course good-​​sized dil­dos read­ily avail­able. Per­son­ally, I love get­ting my face between her legs and watch while I push an over­sized dildo into her, watch­ing her lips part to accom­mo­date the invader, stretch­ing, widen­ing, thin­ning out, just to make room. It is quite an arous­ing sight.