Ahh, fisting, on of the more "mainstream" fetishes that I just don't get. Now I'm not going to go off on a rant
about the usual "how could I compare after that" speech that you hear nine times out of ten from an opponent of this
practice. What I don't understand is how people can stomach watching their partner's (or the object of their current
pornography viewing's) vulva get stretched beyond the limits of human possibility. It reminds me of a band I was once in
where all the singer did was scream. I always guessed he figured the harder he screamed, the better his singing would be
because he was putting that much more effort into it. In the same line of thinking, I guess these people get turned on when a
finger goes in a vagina, even more turned on when their fuckstick goes in, so the only natural progression of thought would be,
"Hey, it would probably be REALLY hot if I crammed a large apendage up there!" I mean this sort of elasticity is
supposed to be reserved for a few child births and an occasional DVDA, tops; not to mention I don't understand how their guts
don't just drop out of their manhole when they stand up. As a sidenote, just read that pure state of spiritual zen on her face.
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But this is WTFIT? and not an editorial on the subcultures of human sexuality, no matter
how perverse and base, so let's commence with the examination, mmkay?
Ok, if you're not color blind (and maybe if you are too, I really don't quite grasp
the mechanics of color blindness), you will have noticed I've highlighted the object I have yet to identify. Now,
when I first saw it, my knee-jerk reaction was to label it as a big, herky, nasty soft rubber dildo. Either that or
Its a fetish I've never seen before: The Fisting-Buttcheeckgrabbing-ElephantTurd-On-The-Chest-Zen-Meditation Fetish. Truly
the eight wonder of the natural world. Whatever it is, its beginning to disturb me, so I'm moving on.
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