You want to hear something totally kinky? Your lips and your asshole started as the same tissue! It’s true! When we are mere embryos, our lips and assholes are one and part of the process of growing inside the womb is elongating the tube that goes between them. I learned that at a conscious breathing workshop a couple of years ago.

Deep conscious breathing used by folks who know the joys of fisting leads to greater penetration, creating a bigger orgasmic space. Your hand inside another’s body, exploring the tissue and feeling the pulse, truly connects us. Often taboo, it is ritual itself… and it is really hot!

The first time I fisted anyone started at an intimate play party when Bill said, “please, come close, Lady, you have small hands.” His guidance opened a whole new world for me. He invited me to put my fingers in his mouth; as he sucked on them, I was getting turned on too! Instinctively, I fucked his face and then he asked me to fist him. “Really? I’ve never done that.” He replied, with a wink and a smile, “I’m very experienced; I’ll be happy to guide you!”

“Now put on those gloves, and coat them with lube,” Bill instructs, “start with one finger.” He let out a sweet groan as I did. Soon I added another finger, then another, until all five had penetrated his body. We locked eyes. “Come on, give me your hand, put it in, I’m ready,” he whispered. All it took was one smooth shove and his sphincter closed around my wrist. Wow! What a feeling: tight, hot, vibrating! I felt the pulse of his heartbeat, and right there, I experienced the power of our connection.

Of course, butts are the only opening we can get a fist into in men. We women have an added aperture, our cunts!

Oh the magic of being fisted! You know I love to go to that place where I have had enough, where I am truly satisfied, sated. Don’t we all?

There I was on the sling, relaxed and yet, turned on. Oh so turned on, legs wide open. He is coating his hand with the thick water soluble lube I like. Yes I do want him to put it in. He has a calm about him that makes me melt. Slowly he works in a couple of fingers, and then more until all his fingers are buried inside me. He has a divine way to dance with them in the moist cave that is my hungry cunt. I am breathing deeply; our eyes are on each other. We are tuned in. I feel his hand coming deeper inside me, slow and steady. I exhale slowly. Here is that pressure; that place when I keep opening up or I ask him to stop. I trust and open up. His hand is all the way in me, gently rocking me on the sling. He is quite skilled in letting the tension out of his forearms; we are one. I notice that I want nothing more than to give myself to him. How romantic is that? Tears gently flow out of my eyes. I surrender, let go of all control. With his free hand he rubs my clit and I do not explode, I melt into a very long sweet orgasm where my world in that moment is perfect.”

He pulled his hand out of my womb ever so slowly and to my surprise he puts it back in. This time he is fucking me fast as he knows I am really opened! I scream “fierce, fierce I am” I am on fire! I go into a primal burning space, feeling as powerful as I can ever be. All energy, all thunderous orgasms, and laughter… the wonders of our sexual rituals!”

On the other hand (pun intended), my friend Bea writes, “I love fucking men. From the very first time I “made love,” I wanted to be the fucker, not the fuckee! An ex-Marine once told me that as soon as I strapped on, I’d either come or not do it again. And she was right. My own “balls” banging against my own clit…as I thrust again and again into this portal to another human being. It is music to my ears and from voluptuous moans, sexy groans to hard passionate cries, I can tell when I’m having an impact even though my thick black rubber dick is virtually sensation-less.
As much as I love fucking men, okay, and a special woman or two, there is little to compare to the lusciousness of putting my hands inside my partner’s aroused and well lubricated hole. Slowly wiggling one hand and then the other back and forth, I slip inside and it’s just me and him and we are “feeling it.” Our eyes meet as I relax my hand. That inner space inside his body is so alive, so hot . The palm of my hand feels the pulse of his heart beat. Ever so slowly the energy rises as he sucks my wrist all the way in. I take my time, there is so much to feel, sweet sweet pleasure. For me, it’s not just about fistfucking that butt hard as I can; it’s still about “making love.”

In this time of celebration, I invite you to feed your sexuality and soul in this most delectable way. Before you engage in anal fisting with a lover, please take time to prepare yourself. Internal cleanliness and good lube are musts! You can find a lot of information on this taboo ecstatic practice online. The best advice I can give you is this: let go of the goal, you might not be able to take your partner’s hand. Enjoy the ride together, that is what matters.

Happy Holidays.
In leather pride, with heart,

Cleo Dubois

Erotic Dominance Weekend Intensive for Dominant Men & Men Who Switch
February 7-8, 2009 at the SF Citadel
Dominate with presence and passion, competence and compassion.
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Teachers: Cleo Dubois, Eve Minax and Selina Raven
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March 14-15, 2009 at the SF Citadel
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Hands on Training! Class limited to 9!
Teachers: Cleo Dubois, Eve Minax and Selina Raven
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