Fisting My Ass!

I have been thinking about it for some time. The delicious feeling of having someone caressing your ass, massaging it in a rotating motion. The first time it happened was in the stairway of a shopping mall in Saint John New Brunswick. I hardly knew what the guy was up to, but I was so hot and bothered that I cared less. It wasn't until he was inside me, that I sure my eyes opened wider than my ass! I was astonished as he slowly started to punch and move deep inside me. The fear was ecstacy as I heard the doors on the upper and lower levels, open and close as people spoke obnoxiously about their lives. The feeling of that fist in my ass made the sounds of the rest of the world pale into mere background noise. I knew his joy was that he had me, that scared early twenties guy who cruised him in the washroom on several occasions. I wanted to show him what I was made of!

It is the idea that on the surface someone else is in control, although I have since learned through discussions that the bottom is really the one in control. It seems as though I have entred a whole new phase in my life, one where I want the tattoo and I want the experience of being fisted! How can that be, the thought scares me and yet I am so intrigued I can't let the fantasy die. The fantasy has a life of its own and I am being carried with it to the shadow realm where the physical and the spiritual meet in pure light! I want it to be a special ritual, one with anointing of oil and the air of a religious moment suitable for the marking of a passage. A passage, I am making from the scared little boy of forty some odd years ago into the man I am now.

This is me.......your awakening faerieshaman Be Blessed!