He strode, confidently, into the room.
Anticipation filling the air.
My heart beat faster.
The body was cradled.
The curves were gripped.
His fingers caressed.
Moving up and down.
Up and down.
He lowered his mouth.
His lips vibrated against the opening.
And when he blew?
Ah, sweet maestro!
Then...
Without warning...
He pushed his fist into the hole!
Never again will I think, "Play me like a French horn."
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I dated someone after my divorce that fisted me...without letting me know he was going to do that. It was...uncomfortable. I told him never again.
I know that if a baby's head fits coming out that a fist will fit going in but ... the baby wasn't comfortable either and that was with warning!
@superbjversion2 Your body also releases relaxation hormones to allow your body/hips to stretch for birth. I'm pretty sure it doesn't do that for sex.
Haha! I wasn't expecting the fist.
I need to catch up on blogs
Speaking of "french" horn, I'm back from Paris.
The symposium theme this month is pain and pleasure.
Nice "twist". I would never consider that ending unless it was requested...
I just learned last week how French Hornists hold their horn. The twist seemed an interesting way to interpret this month's theme.
I'm not musically knowledgable enough to have gotten the joke, but other people's comments helped!
Indeed, don't play me like a French horn if that's how it works.
I had just learned (this week) about 'fisting' the French Horn. I should've put a picture in the comments.
😮 But an interesting analogy.
I'll stick to motorboating.
Me, too!
I've never fisted ... nor been fisted!
I haven't either. But I just attended a French Horn recital on Tuesday (it was free) and realized those horns get fisted all the time!
Well played 😂
Thanks. It was the best I could do with the theme. (If I weren't the moderator, I would've skipped this month)