All my life, I've been good, apart from a few minutes of madness, when everything changed. I'd just split up with my boyfriend of ten years. He was boring me. After years of great sex, I outgrew him.
OK, so obviously I am excited to publish a guest blog on fisting. The guest blogger who has asked to stay anonymous writes beautifully about both the inspiration and the fulfilment of her desire, and I hope you enjoy her story every bit as much as I did. You should know my sexual relationships prior to my boy were very vanilla, where any suggestion of something slightly kinky was met with raised eyebrows not the good kind. My boy and I have been together for a few years now, and feel very much the same about sex. So, to the story. Note: I feel I should warn you there is blood, but accidental and everything-was-fine blood.
The one thing Alice wanted above all else was to finally be fisted. We had talked about it for weeks, months even. In fact since we met on line about 6 months ago. The first few weeks we just got to know each other by email and on the phone. Our second meeting was our first weekend together.