.....I decided I wanted to do fisting the instant I saw a Michale Rosen photo (click here) a decade ago. If I could’ve opened my anus as wide as my mouth flew open when I saw that picture, there would’ve been no problems at all.
.....Unfortunately it wasn’t that easy. The next week I tried a micro plug and that got in OK, but the next size up just wouldn’t cooperate… so I lost interest and went on to other kinks.
.....Then, a few years later, I met a little guy who was a member of one of the most famous fisting clubs in the US. He said he could open me, "No problem." Well, it turned out that his mouth was much bigger than his skills. No fist.
.....Finally, two years ago, I decided that I was going to get fisted and I took things into my own, well, hands. My anal personality led me to calculate a logical way to open up and I began a systematic—and very regular—play regimen of dildo play using progressive widths, lengths, and hardnesses. (See Training.)
.....Within 6 months I was fisted; not by one person, but by three people on that first glorious day. The rest is history. Within a year I’d been fisted more than a 100 times. The second year—last year—I was fisted more than 200 times—including 14 different people on one night alone. I was “breaking in” a new top at the rate of more than one a month… and that was nowhere near enough.
.....Now, whenever I’m in a fisting week (See Weekly Training), I fist for from four to five days in a row… and that is nowhere near enough. As soon as someone takes their hand out, I want it back in—deeper and rougher. When I finally go to bed after a long fisting session, I can’t keep my hands outta my ass.
.....I fist where ever and whenever I can. I self-fist in the bathroom at work, on commuter trains, at gas stations & restaurants, in the john of airliners at 30,000 feet… even in the head of a catamaran off the coast of Hawaii.
.....Still, the beast is not safisfied! I want to fist deeper and wider. I want to nourish and grow a rose. I want, I Want, I WANT!!!
.....Like many others, fisting has become a wonderful fixation and part of the necessary fabric of my life. If I have to have a demon on my back, I’d just as soon it be one as delightful as fisting—even if he is insatiable!