Hands and Fists and Fingers, Oh My!

“Send me a picture of your hands”

I am fairly sure it was the first photo request I ever made and of course he happily obliged. In fact over the last year or so he has sent me a steady stream of hand pictures. Him holding various cups of coffee, or a hand resting on the book he is reading, or on his thigh and sometimes just held up the camera, two fingers curved. The message is very clear and it turns me on every time he does it. I love men’s hands.

I love imagining what they will feel like on my neck or in my hair, or cupping my breasts and rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger. How they will dig into the flesh on my thighs as they spread my legs and what they will feel like delving into the folds of my cunt and then pressing into me, filling me, one finger, then two, stretching and circling and rubbing and pushing in and out. Fingers can do things that no cock ever can.

I love getting fingered. A good fingering, as in learn what I like not just fuck them blindly into me, is pretty much always guaranteed to make me orgasm. Of course because my body is, well a body, what I like and need can vary from day to day and sometimes even moment to moment but the sign of a good lover is one who wants to learn and explore, watching your body and listening to the noises you make to discover all those different ways they can touch you.

However despite my love of fingers and hands I have never been fisted. It has been attempted and whilst with time and lube a lot of fingers have been fitted in getting beyond that is just never going to happen, unless maybe it was a very small slim feminine hand, which I am not adverse to trying at some point. But being fisted by a mans hand that is wide at the knuckles, in my experience, just ain’t going to happen. My body just doesn’t seem to be able to do what is needed for it to be possible.

That doesn’t mean that sometimes I don’t like to be full because I do. I have some fairly large glass dildos that I use from time to time when I want to feel really stuffed and recently I acquired a beautiful Soft Silicone Adam which I actually stuffed myself full with this morning. I guess having this topic in my head made me want to feel full and stretched. Also I love the sensation of feeling full that is the result of having something in my arse and my cunt at the same time. That is definitely a sensation that works for me but on the occasions where fisting has been attempted the reason it has been given up is because it just stopped feeling good and started to feel really uncomfortable and so my interest in doing it has waned.

So maybe with the right fist, a small one, I might be up for giving it a try but mostly I am more than happy to take a pass on being fisted and instead encourage you to use your fist to punch my arse until it is hot and bruised and then revel in what your talented thick fingers feel like inside my cunt.