Fists of fury

I’d been trying for quite a long time, and it’s not exactly a thing I feel that I can talk particularly openly about, with a few exceptions, but towards to the end of last year I got fisted.

It wasn’t Santa Claus, I just thought the accompanying picture was vaguely amusing.

I had read a great deal and talked to other people who had done it and as they said, most of what was stopping me was entirely in my own head, although a good teacher is a wonderful thing.

I was supposed to be away for the weekend with another man and had been let down at the last minute, another unexpected opportunity came along and I grasped it. I didn’t know it was going to happen, I just went with the flow and followed his advice and it just happened. I suppose I was waiting for another guy to do it with me, but it’s just proving to be too complicated and I can’t keep waiting.

I’ve done it a few times now and have been pushing my limits a little each time. One guy I enjoy playing with has fairly huge hands and that’s the next challenge, although I still need to learn to control my breathing a bit more.

It’s a fairly extreme act, to most people, but it’s not painful and the intense connection it brings is absolutely incredible.

One thought on “Fists of fury

  1. Depends how big you are I guess. I used to find it very difficult and only smaller hands would fit. But you are right. It is pretty good when it happens.

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