Fisting Day 2014: A duo of fisting excerpts

FISTING DAY, a global event celebrating fisting, was created in 2011 by queer porn legends Jiz Lee and Courtney Trouble as a response to the overwhelming censorship of fisting as a sex act in pornography. As a queer kink erotica writer, I deeply value the representation of fisting in erotic material. In honor of the fourth annual International Fisting Day I thought I would post two fisting excerpts from my own erotica: one from the top’s POV & one from the bottom’s POV.

Here is a fisting excerpt from my story “Lucky”, which was first printed in Best Women’s Erotica 2009. You can also find it in Best SM Erotica Volume 3 and Sugar and Spice. “Lucky” is told from the POV of a high femme bottom who is at a kink conference with her dominant, a butch dyke. It is a story that centers orgasm control, and culminates in a group sex scene orchestrated by the top that is intended to fulfill the bottom’s long held fantasy of getting fucked by a group of queers and affirming her identity as a slut. This particular excerpt comes in partway through the group sex scene, and includes descriptions of D/s, group sex, and of course, fisting.

The femme pulled off her nails and slid on a glove, lubing it up. She stroked the edges of my cunt, teasing me with a grin, and then pushed three fingers right in. She leaned in and blew air right onto my clit, smiling as she felt me contract around her fingers. Her thumb reached up to stroke me and I came right there, moaning loudly.

“Yes!” I yelled.

She eased four fingers in, no problem now. That insistent rubbing built, concentrating in my sternum, as she twisted her fingers, spreading them. She tucked her thumb in, working with me to slide her whole hand into my cunt. Her boy stroked my clit as she entered me. My breath stopped. I held Sir’s eyes and melted into them, feeling the energy whirl between my breasts. She was reaching right into me, and it felt like Sir reached down to hold her hand inside me, right there at my sternum.

Sir smiled, and said, “That’s my good slut.”

I came, grabbing that fist, screaming, tears streaming out my eyes into my ears.

I wrote “Lucky” in 2008, a couple months after I had one of the best kink conference experiences of my life, full of play and connection with other queers, and a deeper embodiment and connection with my own desire than I had known in a long time. That conference experience included an amazing group fisting scene where I got to try anal fisting for the first time as a top, coached by a group of cisgender queer men, an experience straight out of my fantasies. I was riding the waves of that experience as I crafted this fantasy fulfillment story, imagining an equally amazing and affirming scenario for the protagonist.

A Wolf’s Yearning” is a short I wrote earlier this year, all in a burst, right before a deadline, inspired by several conversations with a fellow sadist. (It did not get accepted to that anthology.) I am thinking of making it into a full length story before I attempt to get it published again. It centers a stone genderqueer werewolf who is undone by hir yearning for a tough, smart, butch who wants to be hir boy. It’s all about the werewolf’s inner struggle with a new kind of desire for a bottom, one that makes hir a lot more vulnerable than ze has tolerated before. As a heads up, this excerpt describes sadistic desire, fear play, and of course fisting.

Rocky lay amidst the ravaged sheets, imagining hir claws against Frankie’s throat, watching her eyes darken with fear twined round desire. Ze could taste how much Frankie loved the sharpness on her flesh. Rocky had the boy exactly where ze wanted her, the edges of hir claws against the sides of Frankie’s throat, controlling her breath, the metallic odor of adrenaline wafting off her skin.

Frankie stayed prey-still for hir, even though she was anything but prey. She was choosing to pour her relentless strength into her submission, and that meant controlled, grounded stillness, even amidst the fear. Everything in her gaze said she trusted Rocky, that this was exactly what she wanted, and she was a powerhouse of support if Rocky needed it. It was steadying, made it possible for them both to savor Frankie’s fear together.

Rocky gripped Frankie’s throat tighter, upping the ante, raising fear in waves for both of them to ride, tasting the meat of it, feeding on its power, thrusting it into hir boy. Ze would claim her just as much with fear as with teeth and pain and sex.

Yes. That’s how Rocky wanted her. Scared and strong and under hir massive body. Covered in hir scent, marks on her skin announcing that this was hir boy. That’s how Rocky would fuck her for the first time, one claw gripping her hair, the other hand burrowed all the way inside so that ze could feel Frankie ripple around hir fist. Ze wanted to bask in the warmth and rightness of hir fist buried in hir boy. To watch Frankie’s eyes as ze began to move that fist, twisting it just right, thrusting it deeper, pulsing the muscles, intent on pushing Frankie to take it for hir.

Those deep brown eyes had captivated hir since they first locked gazes, and Rocky could not wait to find out what they would do when ze started to fuck her rough and sweet, so deep and insistent. Rocky thought ze might be able to make Frankie cry as ze fucked her. That would get all of hir off so damn hard. Hir wolf, hir dominant, and hir sadist agreed that making boys cry and come all at once was the best thing in the world, that magic recipe for the rare kind of orgasm Rocky yearned for: hir own.

Fisting works differently for each of these characters; it’s a very individualized experience. Each time I’ve written a fisting scene, I’ve thought about what it means, the motivations of the characters, what they need, how they experience it, what kinds of connections it illuminates and/or creates, what fisting will do to the scene the characters are having and to the story as a whole. Fisting is one of my all-time personal favorite kinks, and it has been the central kink in many of my group sex experiences. Whether in a group or one –on-one, fisting can be an intense and deeply connected sexual experience, and I want to write it into more stories as I continue to pen queer kinky smut. More representations of fisting are definitely needed.

What’s your favorite piece of erotica that features fisting?

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