Fisting Fantasy
Fisting Fantasy or Reality
My experiences have taken me to a place inside my head that is pleasure and pain combined. Almost like the pleasure and pain that some will experience in a bondage and discipline session.
Let me walk you through my fantasy session… it’s possibly the easiest way to explain what I enjoyed…
Knowing that you can trust someone goes a long way when it comes to fisting fantasies and realities.
He lay next to me, touching me and his fingers found my hard clit. I was very much aroused by the sensual moment and before I knew it he was between my legs. He spread my legs wide and told me to close my eyes and enjoy the feelings. He told me that if he hurt me at all to tell him…
My heart skipped a beat but I was determined not to open my eyes but to lay back and enjoy the wild feelings he was creating. I could feel his fingers slipping inside me, back and forth… one, two and then three…
His thumb played with me, massaging my clit as he slipped the fourth finger into my pussy. I felt kind of full but the feeling was incredible. Feeling the bed move a little I was so tempted to open my eyes but didn’t… it was then that I felt him not just dribbling the cool lube onto my pussy but almost pouring it over me.
He had also poured it over his hand making it so nice and slippery…
Moving his fingers inside me again he leant over and kissed me. His tongue slipped between my lips and the moment felt perfect. I was so relaxed… my mind whirled from the electrifying sensations he was causing and my heart raced in anticipation of what was to come when I felt him pushing against my pussy.
He pushed his thumb inside me… I felt him moving his whole hand back and forth, sliding in and out of me, centimeter by centimeter, slowly but forceful but not painful. The widest part of his hand held firm in my vagina…
In my mind at first I didn’t want to go on but the feelings were incredible.
I felt myself relax and when he did so he pushed his whole hand inside me. I felt him hit up against my g-spot and the pleasures were uncontrollable. He thought that he had gone too far but my reaction was for him to fuck me more…
He did, but he didn’t ram his fist into me he slid it in slowly so it was pleasurable, kissing and touching me, sending me crazy…
For a moment he slid his hand out of me and I felt empty…. He had me kneel on all fours on the bed. He dribbled more lube onto my hot pussy…
Slowly at first from behind… his fingers inside my pussy, in and out, ever so slowly, four fingers and then thumb…
I felt myself moving back against him when he eased his hand inside me. He licked my ass, kissed my cheeks, and touched me as he fisted me. His fingers played in all the right places, touching my g-spot, rubbing it as he fucked me while his other fingers played with my ass and I frantically played with my clit…
My mind was elsewhere… it was in the pleasure zone… pain was not an issue it was pure ecstasy. He didn’t stop until I came, gushing my hot juices all over his hand and the bed, but I didn’t care I was not there, I was in my pleasure zone…
As I came he pulled his hand gently from my pussy and held me in his arms until I came down from the wondrous heights that, even now is too hard to explain, even in this fantasy… He touched me, tickling me as he massaged me…
Fantasy or reality?
Fisting can be enjoyable if done right even if it is to some… weird and strange…
Until next time…
Marie