Princess Donna in Stacy Stax
Allow me to draw your attention to a fisting tutorial by Princess Donna at Kink.com (their way of telling the world “We’re about to shoot fisting” - an industry taboo which has landed people in court before.)
Fisting’s one of those things that devotees claim great things for but is actually pretty arbitrary. As the ‘fist’ isn’t a recognized measure of volume (unless they have a perfect, solid rhodium, metric fist somewhere in France), you can claim any large insertion is a fisting, and that efforts to get an entire hand into someone are both unnecessary and pointless. One woman’s fist is another guys three fingers.
That said, I can offer some advice. I’ve known some really accommodating women. Fisting’s simple. You’ll need:
- A
drunkpartner who won’t protest your visitation rights when you suggest it. - Enough lube to make slipping a toaster under each eyelid comfortable.
- Patience.
Of course, reading that’s less interesting than watching it happen to Stacy Stax on your iPod.
Pardon my curiosity, but is there some sort of “ah-ha!” moment for either fistor or fistee that makes this a compelling sexual act? I gathered it is more for show, as it seems more technical than erotic. But maybe I’ve missed something.
Back in ‘95 abouts I would hit the Trocadero in SF, when on occasion the background stage show went from fire breathing to fisting with nary a batted lash.
What a messy/dirty classroom. Aren’t there any hygiene rules for this kind of stuff?
Nice informational BTW.
Edco - I think there are a significant niche of people who love feeling ‘full’. I think the fist is just a piece of shocking branding (my fists are massive and I’m not dating Chloe - Google and wince at her taking 2 simultaneously)
Inhibitor - Fetish is all about grunge. It’s the law.