I Am Trying To Break Your Sex Laws #4

Dear Mr. Bradley,

I am a twenty-five year old female with a well-rounded sexual history that I am proud of. However, there is one experience I have yet to try. Fisting. Being fisted, that is. I had never really thought about it much until it was discussed with my previous boyfriend. Now however, I can’t stop fantasizing about being stretched around a fist. I am not in a relationship now, how do I bring this up quickly with my next sexual partner without scaring them away? If I don’t satisfy my curiosity soon I am afraid I will try this alone and end up with permanent damage!!
Your fan,
Curious Pussy
😛

Well, Curious Pussy, hope this helps

Feathers

Gina sits me down at her dining room table. I watch around her back her arms figeting with something. She turns around and her right hand is in the shape of a duck’s beak. “Hello, Cal, I’m Harriet and I’m here to talk to you today about the joys of fisting.” Harriet sounds like she’s huffed a lot of helium.

“Gina, what are you doing?”

“I’m not Gina. I’m Harriet. Please address me as Harriet, Cal.” I get up and start heading to the door.

“Wait…” Harriet clears her throat. “Cal, wait.” It’s Gina again. “Look…I’ve normally brought this up to all of my exes straight forward and it scared them off. I thought doing it with Harriet would make it easier to digest.” I take my hand away from the doorknob.

“When you told me you were into breath play, I didn’t flinch. When you told me that you liked being degraded in the right context, I didn’t flinch. When you told me about that one time you experimented with knife play, I flinched, but I didn’t run. Why would I run from this?”

“Because you would be putting a hand in my vagina?”

I turn away from her, bunch the fingers on my left hand together and turn to face her. I swallow the ghost of Barry White.

“Harriet, I’m Mal. I think we should get some coffee sometime.”

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