True Sex Stories: Six Fingers In Two Holes

Shower spaces are hot, and not just because of the temperature: there's splashing water, slippery soap, and the confidence that any stray body fluids will just get washed away, so whoosh… I'm even more open to sensation.

I was his toy. My brain was disconnected. There were kisses that turned into nips that turned into bites. I was finger-fucked: fully and forcefully. He had six fingers in my two holes. I remember the sense of losing verbal capacity, of becoming a vessel for my sensations, and of him playing with them.

When we were fucking today I felt myself acknowledging the dark desire that is in me, and relishing it rather than shying away. Instead of judging myself negatively I enjoyed both of us enjoying it. By acknowledging my want and need it became hotter still.

Why has it been (and still is) difficult to acknowledge the arousal I get from this? There are rich fantasies here that are still untapped. Today I have had a sense of opening to painful spaces; of trusting, and stepping forward into those spaces calmly.

I adore the intensity; it is an ‘aah' feeling. Finally I feel fully engaged. It is not perfunctory: sex at our level of intensity is engaging, challenging, sexy, fun. It just works. It makes me wonder at how I ever enjoyed vanilla sex. It was OK, I guess, but this is on another level altogether.

For me, vanilla sex is like food that you'd only eat when you're starving: a porridge that provides calories but is not at all tasty. Compared to that, kinky sex is a meal with lots of tender juicy meat. It is richer, tastier, more interesting, more satisfying…

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