THIS ENTRY WAS POSTED ON October 21, 2014 BY Disappointingly Realistic Erotica.
Oscar let out a shuddering breath as he felt Amanda's knuckles graze his taint. Gripping the already rumpled sheet, he waited for the gentle touch of his girlfriend's soft fingertip on his anus. He almost couldn't believe it - she'd not only agreed to his ultimate fantasy, but she'd jumped at the chance to make him feel amazing. He felt silly that he'd been so nervous to tell her what he wanted.
Oh wow. She was getting creative, using her lubed-up knuckles to massage his asshole. Oscar groaned, reveling in the pressure, moving his hips to grind against Amanda's hand.
"Honey?" Amanda paused, glancing up at him, her brow furrowed.
"What's up?"
"I don't thing this is going to work." Amanda held up her balled fist, gazing sadly at it.
Realization dawned.
"Oh love," Oscar laughed. "Let's talk about what 'fisting' means."
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"Oh yes, yes, oh god, now curl your fingers--NAILS NAILS STOP OW FUCK"
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"So this is what it's like to fuck in zero gravity," Xorgana giggled, lightly pinching one of Svarne's dark blue forenipples.
"So this is what it's like to fuck a human," Svarne replied, snapping a glove onto her smallest hand and running it through a large patch of free-floating lube that had spilled from the bottle.
Xorgana relaxed into the weightlessness as Svarne probed her with many-jointed fingers. This wasn't what she had imagined when she had dreamed of exploring the galaxy: it was so much better. Gradually, though, she became aware of a growing discomfort.
"Wait,"she said warily, "That's not a latex glove, is it?"
"Yeah, baby," Svarne replied absently, four of her fingers still undulating inside of Xorgana.
"I told you I was allergic!" Xorgana exclaimed, her eyes beginning to well with all-too-human tears. "How are we supposed to make this work if you don't listen to me?"
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I can't believe I'm fisting the high school quarterback. Rex's ass is propped up on a pillow for better access, and his strong, hairy hand works his own thick cock. His full lips form inarticulate sounds that I'm pretty sure are supposed to be pleas.
"What's that, big boy?"
"Please don't stop."
"Oh no?" I slow my fist's already slight motion almost to a standstill. "Even after what you called me at tryouts? I don't know if you deserve to feel this good."
"Please, Bruce."
"Is that my name? I thought it was Little Bitch."
Rex whimpers helplessly. Then, his ass erupts in a massive, wet fart that reverberates around my hand.
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"Silent duck?!?" Amanda shrieked with delight. It took her a full minute to get the giggle fit under control.
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Felicia lay languidly in her lover's arms, spent from a night of passion. She felt like a flower, newly bloomed. She felt all of the womynly power of Mother Earth rising from the ground to greet her. She felt like spring. She had felt her lover's whole hand inside her, making love to her most secret depths, and she had been whole. Holding fast to the knowledge that she had truly been reborn that night, Felicia drifted off to sleep.
She woke in the night needing to pee, hurried to the bathroom, and soon returned to bed.
Then she needed to pee again.
Then she needed to pee again.
Felicia was a womyn with a UTI.
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Always pee after getting vaginally fisted, y'all! UTIs are no fun.