A Prelude to Fisting, or, My Best Friend the G-Spot

I think that my G-spot has been trying to pick up the slack from my clit.

Meaning, despite having a clit o’steel, my G-spot is mightily responsive now that I know her exact address. She was an elusive bugger, akin to locating Platform 9 3/4. Thanks to my Pure Wand though we’re now very friendly neighbors.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned that my clit o’steel leads to another sad occurrence: clitoral orgasm from oral sex is nigh on impossible. “Close but no cigar” is the usual outcome. Thankfully my hubby has no issues with letting a vibrator finish me off.

Last night was no different in that regard but on the plus side he has become as well acquainted with my G-spot as Mr. Pure Wand has. The women whose orgasms aren’t falling like ripe apples will know what I mean when I say that he had me in such a frenzy that my body was quite literally climbing for release. My legs writhing, my pelvis rocking and humping his hand and mouth; my arms reaching for unseen extra partners and my hands grasping empty air or bunching up the bedsheets; my torso arching up off of the bed. I must have looked like a woman possessed and that’s just what I felt like.

Something else amazing was happening as I was pleading with my body to tip over that edge of clitoral orgasm (in one moment of delusional insanity I was picturing that awful yodeling Swiss plastic man from this one Price is Right game except this time I wanted him to topple off the mountain), my G-spot took the wheel and holy wow. I wanted to ask him how many fingers he was pumping inside of me but I couldn’t form words. Like the angel and the devil on your shoulders my mind and body alternately begged for clitoral orgasm and reveled in the G-spot orgasm. I finally brushed off the devil representing my clit and rode out the G-spot waves. To his credit he didn’t stop his fingers and hand until I closed my thighs and silently let him off duty.

Still unable to speak, he carefully climbed up and started fucking me. I say carefully because the fibromyalgia can even affect sex when my whole body is extra-tender to the touch – this even included my cunt. There had been an underlying achy pain as he was thrusting his fingers inside of me but the pleasure greatly outnumbered it. Hubby came after a few minutes, which is good because my G-spot couldn’t take any more pleasure. He had commented prior to the sex that I was a lot wetter than usual; I could tell as he was fucking me that it wasn’t my usual wetness – thinner and more slippery than silky.

Despite all that goodness my clit was still thumping for attention so I asked him to hand me the Hitachi. I spread myself open so that the head of the Hitachi had more direct contact with the pelvic bone buried under flesh just to the right of my clit – this placement allows the vibrations to spread to the legs of my clitoris, the portion that’s internal. When I turned it on, I knew then that I had indeed squirted/gushed earlier. There was so much fluid and wetness pooling in between my plump outter labia that the vibrations of the Hitachi sounded like a mini motorboat  churning in the water. It’s an obscene sound, no hiding how wet I am. He helped me along after a few frustrating moments of “almost there” and his fingers again felt fatter and larger than normal. I likely woke up the neighbors with that orgasm.

The details of downtime moments are lost to the haze of orgasm recovery but I can recall us laying there, panting, him asking me if I’m alright and I just laughed insanely. I recall asking him if he could tell when I gushed while his fingers were in me and he said:

“I have no idea, my hand was numb.”

I was silent for a few seconds and then apologized while laughing. And then thanked him while giggling.

Oh and I finally asked him how many fingers he had used. I fully expected him to say 4, with the way it felt. But no, it was only 3. Perhaps it felt like more because of the flare-up. I’m simultaneously looking forward to and doubting a future attempt at fisting. Can he? But oh it might feel awesome! My cunt says “it might hurt!” but my G-spot says “I don’t fuckin care, bitch!”.




Don’t know what yodeler I’m referring to? It’s ok, I know my brain doesn’t always make sense. Here, watch this short Price is Right clip and you’ll know.

15 Responses

  1. Nadia West says:

    Hee hee! The yodeling guy from the Price is Right! I know exactly what you’re talking about. That’s the kind of thing I’d think about in the middle of sex.

    Another wonderfully written entry, m’dear. I continue to love your writing.

  2. Gray says:

    I had to laugh out loud at the fact his hand was numb. heheh Sounds like fun!:)

  3. Jade says:

    You gave me a giggle this morning definitely. That and I got to remembering a recent finger-fucking experience I had with a gf…afterward my wrist/hand ached for days from the exertion! But (as I am sure your hubby can attest to) it was WELL worth the discomfort!

    Yay for mind (and body) blowing orgasms!

    Jade

  4. Emmy says:

    Love your description of it all as it is perfect! My g-spot has recently come to the table in our play and demanded its pleasure – and the description of the devil and angel is exactly how it feels at times….knowing where the sure thing lies, yet wanting the pleasure to continue.

    Oh, and for me, it feels awesome….just takes some time and patience. ;-)

  5. The g-spot is a magical thing. I just posted yesterday about the wonders of mine.

    I’ve yet to be fisted, but in fucking myself on Skype for my Master, I was able to get 4 fingers in past the knuckle; very close to fisting myself. In that position, I was able to find and very much tend to my g-spot with no difficulty at all and let me tell you: HOLY GUSHING. I’m very excited for when I actually get fisted.

    And the Njoy and gushing? Well that’s just a given. It’s pretty much the best toy known to mankind. Amirite?

  6. Buddha says:

    Is your clit o’steel able to leap tall men in a single bound?

  7. Hot Momma says:

    Wow! I just encountered my gspot orgasms this weekend, OMG…
    You can’t even begin to describe the difference, but like yourself, my poor clit felt so alone and abandoned…
    Thanks for sharing! It is nice to know that I am not alone!

  8. Carolina jim says:

    What a wonderful post with your new hubby. We are egerly awaiting your fisting story as now that you have started it in your mind as possable it wont be long before you try it. Photos please hot vixen.

  9. Ronald10021 says:

    How wonderful…..enjoy and thanks for sharing with us.

  10. Oh man, I know all about the clit o’steel…*sigh*. Your post is a wet one!! Delish!! Isn’t the g-spot an amazing little doohickey? LOL

  11. Sexual Buzz says:

    Oh god I am jealous. That sounds a.m.a.z.i.n.g. Lately I’ve had a hard time CUMMING. I mean I cum (with a little c) but not like THAT for awhile. :(

    I wish I could my G’s exact address (“an elusive bugger, akin to locating Platform 9 3/4” -> lmfao!)

    “Close but no cigar” also hits home, however sadly sometimes my guy is a little put off and disappointed in himself if I asked to be finished with a vibe.

    I submitted for your contest and am keeping my fingers crossed!!!

  12. blueyeguy says:

    This is a very happy thing.

    I know my S/O loves when her g-spot is stroked and and I either eat her clit or finger a hole at the same time. Interesting, same reactions as you – the grabbing sheet and convulsing violently. No control over her reactions – fine by me!

  13. rage says:

    lmfao @ clit o’ steel. But it’s SO true. An ungodly amount of stimulation from the Hitachi (in my case) has done the same-left comming via oral sex completely out of the question. It feels great but I just can’t come like I do when either using the Hitachi or during regular intercourse.

    Damn Hitachi!

  14. Nilla says:

    What a hot, funny, great romp! A few weeks ago I found my g=spot..oh that should be Capitol G, omg…(sounds of “all by my-seeellf” in the background) but whoa! Never in my whole life have I squirted, but I shore did that ‘un! I think Gspot moved because we’ve not seen each other in awhile (pout) but I’m sure I’ll sneak up on it again!
    enjoyed reading your post (the ref. to HP AND TPIR in the same sex scene…hilarious!)

    Nilla

  15. Grace says:

    You are just too much fun! Your writing truly conveys the hotness of the moment, but also those crazy thoughts that fly through our heads at times. I have a hard time with clitoral orgasms at all. It’s just not my most easy way to cum. But the g-spot is such a wonderful discovery! And the hand, well used is a wonderful, wonderful tool!! It sounds like you and your new husband are just enjoying the heck out of each other! And, I do know the pain/pleasure conflict all too well, and not necessarily in any s&m mode, just plain old getting sore/overused/whatever. But that sounded well worth it!!