Friday, June 10, 2005
LET'S GO TO THE SEX PARTY (Part 4)
THE HAND OF ALLAH, (as it were)
In the background, I hear A ask my partner something. Basically, can he fuck me? Interesting he asks my partner, not me. Is it because he acknowledges we are a couple of many years and therefore thinks it better if he asks the Man? Is it because he takes one look at me and knows the answer already, and therefore asks my partner out of politeness? Of course, it's FINE with me. I don't feel slighted at all. He's done the proper thing, but I can't exactly say why.
I feel A's hand inserting several fingers inside me from behind, as I lie face down on the mattress on the floor. He starts working them around like he's been fisting dykes for years. Shit, this guy seems to know his stuff! Not that I am an expert, I can't recall anyone doing this before to me. Why I missed it I have no idea. Maybe two fingers at the most with a girl way back when. I suppose there were (usually) larger, better tools around at the time. I mentally send out a "thank you" to those hardcore girls back at Maud's, who clearly instructed this guy pretty well.
Anyways, A inserts about four fingers up me, and it feels really interesting. Those fingers go in and then around and you get a lot more different sensations going on than just what a guy's dick can accomplish. Fisting scared me a little before, I am a bit small and tight even after years with D, who is not exactly a shrimp boat. I would have thought that fisting involved a fair amount of discomfort. But it does not, lo and behold.
My friend N has actually given this subject some thought, she tells me how happy she was the day of her discovery that a fist adapts more naturally to the interior of a vagina than does a penis. The vagina widens at the end apparently, so a hand can fit near perfectly. I am going to persuade her to write about this someday, as I find that an interesting idea, with possibly even more interesting ramifications.
I am feeling really relaxed and half in half out of my body, as I am half on half off the mattress. I tend to get in these outrageous postures, don't ask why. I am limber enough that nearly all positions are comfortable to be in, depends how relaxed you are.
D tells me later on that I was starting to make lovely gurgling sounds. Apparently they prove disconcerting for the two boys on the sofa, who are trying to neck and pet and suck each other off. Too gay for words, and one of them - unfortunately the guy with the biggest dick in the entire place - has the sinister look of an Al Qaeda recruiting poster. Complete with the traditional style of beard. He's very nice though, rather shy, with a thick accent from God knows where. But he seems a bit uptight with me and all my girlie moanings emanating from near his feet.
A takes his time fisting me, then he decides he's going to fuck me. The guy is pretty damn big, so maybe fisting me first was the right preparation. And he's big and long enough to take me from behind without benefit of pillows or anything to elevate me. I'm ready for this, I make more interesting squeaks and gurgles. I feel for the boys on the sofa. Perhaps the night will seem better in retrospect, I hope. But right now I am something of a distraction.
Maybe the earth will open up and swallow me.
Inshallah.
TO BE CONTINUED
In the background, I hear A ask my partner something. Basically, can he fuck me? Interesting he asks my partner, not me. Is it because he acknowledges we are a couple of many years and therefore thinks it better if he asks the Man? Is it because he takes one look at me and knows the answer already, and therefore asks my partner out of politeness? Of course, it's FINE with me. I don't feel slighted at all. He's done the proper thing, but I can't exactly say why.
I feel A's hand inserting several fingers inside me from behind, as I lie face down on the mattress on the floor. He starts working them around like he's been fisting dykes for years. Shit, this guy seems to know his stuff! Not that I am an expert, I can't recall anyone doing this before to me. Why I missed it I have no idea. Maybe two fingers at the most with a girl way back when. I suppose there were (usually) larger, better tools around at the time. I mentally send out a "thank you" to those hardcore girls back at Maud's, who clearly instructed this guy pretty well.
Anyways, A inserts about four fingers up me, and it feels really interesting. Those fingers go in and then around and you get a lot more different sensations going on than just what a guy's dick can accomplish. Fisting scared me a little before, I am a bit small and tight even after years with D, who is not exactly a shrimp boat. I would have thought that fisting involved a fair amount of discomfort. But it does not, lo and behold.
My friend N has actually given this subject some thought, she tells me how happy she was the day of her discovery that a fist adapts more naturally to the interior of a vagina than does a penis. The vagina widens at the end apparently, so a hand can fit near perfectly. I am going to persuade her to write about this someday, as I find that an interesting idea, with possibly even more interesting ramifications.
I am feeling really relaxed and half in half out of my body, as I am half on half off the mattress. I tend to get in these outrageous postures, don't ask why. I am limber enough that nearly all positions are comfortable to be in, depends how relaxed you are.
D tells me later on that I was starting to make lovely gurgling sounds. Apparently they prove disconcerting for the two boys on the sofa, who are trying to neck and pet and suck each other off. Too gay for words, and one of them - unfortunately the guy with the biggest dick in the entire place - has the sinister look of an Al Qaeda recruiting poster. Complete with the traditional style of beard. He's very nice though, rather shy, with a thick accent from God knows where. But he seems a bit uptight with me and all my girlie moanings emanating from near his feet.
A takes his time fisting me, then he decides he's going to fuck me. The guy is pretty damn big, so maybe fisting me first was the right preparation. And he's big and long enough to take me from behind without benefit of pillows or anything to elevate me. I'm ready for this, I make more interesting squeaks and gurgles. I feel for the boys on the sofa. Perhaps the night will seem better in retrospect, I hope. But right now I am something of a distraction.
Maybe the earth will open up and swallow me.
Inshallah.
TO BE CONTINUED
