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| quote: | Okay, first off, I have to explain a little fetish of mine called fisting. For you uneducated folk out there, this is where you ball your hand up into a fist and lovingly insert it into someone's tender vagina or rectum. Between two dedicated, passionate lovers it can be one of the most heartfelt and emotional acts of intimacy. But much like fire, a beneficial tool can backfire against you and ruin what took you years to build. This is my story of fisting gone wrong.
My girlfriend and I have been experimenting with fisting for a little over two months now. We always follow the guidelines we printed off soc.sexuality.spanking, mainly lots of lube and patience. We never had any problems.
Until today.
I had always been the one to fist her, but this time she wanted to try fisting me. I was a little reluctant to the idea, but I poop rather large turds so I thought my rectal sphincter could handle a fisting. Boy was I wrong. We did the standard stuff, got two tubes of astroglide and liberally applied them on her right hand and put the other tube on my anus. She started very slowly, inserting a finger, then two fingers, then three fingers. It was a little painful but I was taking it pretty well, I could already feel her starting to massage my prostate. After around ten minutes she finally managed to get her entire hand inside my rectum and I was on fucking cloud nine. My cock started jerking and jizzing all over the place.
Well you see, when you have an orgasm, your anal sphincter involuntary contracts. My girlfriend did not know this and when she felt me tighten around her wrist she panicked. She then did something very bad. She pulled her hand out, or she tried to, but ended up pulling me along with her. Well I ended up falling back on her, sitting on her wrist. This caused unbelieveable amounts of pain for me as her fist rammed its way up my colon. I mean its one thing to enjoy a fine fist inside your rectum, but once it starts worming its way around your appendix it's going a bit too far. It was painful for my girlfriend too, because now she was screaming in agony with her broken wrist and she began yanking her fist out.
Well she got her fist out, but not without taking a chunk of my rectum with her. That's about when I lost control of my bowels, and a steaming hot mixture of shit and blood fell to the brand new carpeting I got installed last week. Shit (literally).
Oh well, my proctologist said I'd be okay, but I'd have to use a colostomy bag until my anus fully healed itself. Suffice it to say my girlfriend and I have broken up. If you ever meet a girl named Susan Depp, please do NOT ask her to fist you.
That is all.
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