My First Fist: A Steamy Erotic Story
It was the beginning of spring. The warm weather was melting the snow and the sun shone bright in the sky. I had been sexually active for a couple of years, but I had yet to experience something truly daring and adventurous. At 24 years old, I decided it was finally time to take the plunge and explore my deepest desires. I wanted to experience my first fist.
I had heard about fisting before, but I wasn’t sure exactly what it entailed. I did some research and read up on how to do it safely, and decided that I was ready to take this plunge. After a few weeks of preparation, I was finally ready to embark on my journey of exploration.
I started by looking for a partner who was experienced in the art of fisting. I scoured the internet for someone who could teach me what I needed to know. I found a few eager partners who were excited to give me a hand. After interviewing a few of them, I decided that the perfect partner for me was a woman I had previously worked with as an escort. She had become a good friend of mine and I trusted her to help guide me on my journey.
When we first met, I was nervous and anxious about taking this step. I was a virgin to the art of fisting and I was scared that I wouldn’t do it right and would end up hurting myself or my partner. My escort friend, however, was patient and understanding. She encouraged me to take my time and relax. She taught me the basics of fisting: how to properly insert my fingers, how to move them in and out, and how to use lube to make the experience more enjoyable.
Once I felt I was ready, my escort friend and I decided it was time to move to the next level. We slowly and carefully inserted one finger at a time, and then two. With each insertion, my partner helped me to relax and remain calm as I adjusted to the feeling of my fingers inside her. After a few minutes, I was able to insert a third finger and then a fourth.
At this point, my escort friend encouraged me to try and insert my whole fist into her. I took a deep breath and slowly inserted my hand. She moaned softly and encouraged me to keep going. With each thrust, the pleasure increased and I could feel her wetness around my hand.
Once my wrist was in all the way, I began to move my hand in and out in a pumping motion. As I moved my hand faster and faster, our pleasure reached its peak. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
The passionate session ended with a powerful orgasm that we both experienced at the same time. I had finally experienced my first fist. It was an amazing experience that I will never forget.
Afterward, my escort friend and I embraced each other, exhausted and content. We kissed, and exchanged words of appreciation. She thanked me for taking a chance on something new, and I thanked her for introducing me to such an amazing experience.
Since that first time fisting, I have explored the art with many other partners. Every experience is unique and each partner teaches me something new. I am fascinated by the pleasure that can be achieved through the art of fisting and I am always eager to learn more.
