A Fisting Day excerpt from Shocking Violet

I love FISTING DAY! It’s a global event celebrating fisting, which was created in 2011 by the amazing 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. For the last few years I have been posting fisting excerpts from my erotica to honor Fisting Day. In honor of the sixth annual International Fisting Day, I am posting a fisting excerpt from my current work in progress, Shocking Violet, a polyamorous queer kink romance centering disabled characters. (You can find my fisting excerpts from 2014 here, and from 2015 here.)

In this excerpt, fisting is both pleasure and pain relief for a top named Violet who has endometriosis, whose girl Liliana is quite happy to fist her and give her the pain she wants.

“Fuck me, girl. I need your hand inside me, need you to make me come.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Violet grabbed Liliana, squeezing her close.

“Oh, girl…I hurt,” she murmured into Liliana’s hair.

“I know, Ma’am, I know. Let me help.”

She kneaded Violet’s belly, right in the spot where it usually hurt, watching her eyes. Yes, that helped, they said, but that wasn’t what she’d asked for, was it? Good point, Liliana thought, and opened the drawer on the bedside table to grab lube, a chuck and a few gloves. She’d been so much in her own world getting into headspace that she’d just now noticed that Violet had taken off her tights and bra, and was only in the slip. That made it easier, didn’t it?

Damn, she was beautiful. Just like this, all rumpled and achy, eyes demanding that her girl fuck her, help the pain fade. Violet’s eyes filled with heat, and then she slid the slip over her head, tossing it aside, leaning back against the pillows as she watched her girl react. Come on, her body seemed to say to Liliana, you know you want me.

Violet saw her girl’s hands clench, saw the spark in her eyes, the way her lips parted. Naked was how she felt the most deeply in her femme power. Naked and insistently in her desire. Look at me, she demanded with every line of her body, gratified by the way Liliana’s eyes devoured her. I’m here, open to you, wanting you inside me, she thought, parting her thighs.

She waited for Liliana to approach, drawing her in slow, wanting her to reach for it, needing to see hunger on her girl’s face. Yes, there it was, Liliana’s mouth hovering so close, her thigh between Violet’s, waiting for permission, wanting a firm hand. Violet had two of those, and she gripped her girl by the hair, drawing her neck close, and bit down. Salt, and metal, and the sourness of stale fear under her mouth, with the aching tenderness that lived under the armor. Her girl, all grit and stubbornness, nails and teeth, with need leaking out around the edges.

Yes, she thought. Use all that to fuck me, to drive into me, give me all of that, make me come. I need to come, need this pain to relent and nothing else has fucking worked today. I need to be intertwined with you as close as we can get even with all that damn armor you wear. I need you to take care of me.

She grabbed her girl’s gloved hand and took three fingers into her mouth, licked her way down and then sucked, hard and fast holding her girls eyes, savoring the sound of her gasps. Then Violet bit down gently, saw the heat burst. Oh yes. She began thrusting her mouth down onto her girl’s hand til she gagged, gripping her girl with her mouth and her eyes, and pulling off slow, so the fingers dripped.

“Get inside me now,” she growled. “You know what I need.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Liliana said fervently, and thrust those fingers into her cunt, twisting, then curving them up to stroke. Violet groaned. She wanted hard, now, wanted to be rammed, and she demanded it with her hips. Liliana got the message, and started jamming her hand into Violet, exactly how she needed it.

Violet’s fingers went to her own nipples, pinching, twisting, needing the pain to take her deeper, to let her open, and then Liliana pulled out to put on a generous slurp of lube, and in seconds she had four fingers inside her. Her girl’s hand was twisting and it felt so good and too much and exactly right and then not enough not enough not enough. Liliana leaned over her, getting more leverage, and grabbed Violet’s breast in her mouth, between her teeth, yes that was it, she had it now, just one more twist with that fucking amazing hand of hers and damn! It was inside. Still and huge all of a sudden, and Violet felt something rise in her chest, an ache and a burn there, needled by those sharp teeth. She grabbed Liliana’s shoulders, dug her nails in, because something was letting go and she wasn’t fucking ready for it.

Her girl began to move inside her, slow at first, small and twisting and deliciously teasing. The teeth on her chest felt so fucking good. She just wanted to curl around that damn fist and hold it deep inside. She was shuddering and her breath was going faster and faster and she wasn’t sure she could do this anymore. She gripped her girl by the hair and pulled her head up to meet her eyes and said, “I need…” And couldn’t complete the fucking sentence, but Liliana saw the tears swimming and said, “I’ve got you, Ma’am. It’s ok to let go. I’ve got you.”

The world just stopped for a minute, hovered on the moment, her eyes locked on her girl, and she filled up with love and fear and trust and all of the rollercoaster of this long fucking day and it felt right again, felt necessary and right that she was here, all wrapped up in her magical girl who wanted to give her what she needed.

“Fuck me, girl. I need you to fuck me hard.”

“Gladly, Ma’am,” she said with a grin, and Violet knew somehow it would be ok.

It was more than ok. It was hard and rammed her exactly right, that perfect fist blasting her open with the perfect combination of pain and fullness that twisted round to pleasure and release. There was nothing like punchfucking to take the fuck over everything that was stuck and open it the fuck up. Violet adored it, loved that she didn’t need to coax and plead it out of Liliana, didn’t need to convince her that she really wanted it, could take it, loved that her girl would fuck her as hard as she needed, slamming into her cervix just right, until she came so fucking hard she felt her uterus let the fuck go and relax.

The pain washed out with her orgasm, with her tears and shudders, until she was all loose-limbed and cuddly and felt like a cat that had licked a bowl of cream, savoring every last drop. Liliana began to clean up, fetching her a warm washcloth from the bathroom, letting Sweet Pea in. He leaped up on the bed, demanding pets and complaining about the door being shut and Violet not giving him all her attention. Then Liliana was in bed with them, and Violet was petting them both, curled up and finally finally at ease. Oh yes, she was going to sleep well tonight.

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