Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

This weekend I was fisted for the first time.

It wasn’t planned.

In fact, we’d had something entirely different planned and somehow got distracted. It happens. Gloriously.

The previous times my girlfriend and I had tried fisting, it hadn’t ended up working. I kept getting too nervous at the last moment. The last stretch felt too much like scary pain instead of good pain.

This time, however, I was apparently in the right headspace, and Oh My God Wow.

That is intense.

I expected that it would be, but not necessarily to the extent that it was.

I honestly don’t even know how to write about the experience, it was so overwhelming. It made me want to do nothing except curl up naked at her feet and just be.

Yum.

I am extraordinarily fond of being pounced by that woman. I look forward getting to pounce her again soon. Very soon.