I
found out about fisting from leatherdyke erotica. A story described
it in delicious detail, so that I could picture each movement. It
made fisting feel possible, walked me through the act, step by step.
Lubing up, working each finger in, pausing, pulling out when it felt
like too much, working back up to it, coaxing, that exquisite slide
inside, staying still and just holding onto the sensation of your
whole hand being inside, moving gently and sparking huge responses.
That story depicted fisting as a kink unto itself, one that was
sweet, gentle, intimate and power-neutral.
I’ve
never done a scene where fisting was sweet, gentle or power neutral.
Intimate, most definitely. But my play, and my sex, just doesn’t
look like that, doesn’t feel anything like the scene in that book.
In all honesty, in addition to that just not being my erotic cup of
tea, play that fits that description is way past my own personal
edges.
I
like my sex rough, full of power dynamic, and ideally combined with
pain. So while that story made fisting seem physically possible, it
didn’t make it seem hot. Now the gang bang story that was also in
that collection, where a submissive gets fucked in the back room of
the bar by a dozen dykes who use their cocks, hands, and fists, but
has to wait to come until her dominant is fucking her? Let’s just
say that’s where the book’s binding broke. In both my copies of
the collection.
So
it may not be a surprise that some of my favorite fisting memories
are of group sex, where the person being fisted is in a sling, in a
public dungeon, surrounded by tops. These are memories of queer
community and deep intimacy, and they are gloriously hot ones that I
treasure deeply. From the first time I tried anal fisting, being
coached by a group of faggots to work my hand into an experienced
bottom, to lining up about eight queer fists from smallest to largest
in preparation for a very lucky bottom and an intense beautiful scene
not one of us is likely to forget.
So
when I was writing a group fantasy fulfillment gender play scene
involving a band of tigers and a tender sweet young thing that was
inspired by a children’s story, it made perfect sense to include
fisting. My kind of fisting, combined with pain and feral play, as
part of the culmination of intense gender play, where the bottom has
been pushing his edges. Fisting that looks, and feels, like rough
sex. And to write that portion of the story from the bottom’s point
of view, where the bottom is egging the top on to go harder.
Now,
it
happens
to
be
International
Fisting
Day,
a
global
event
celebrating
fisting.
It
was
created
in
2011
by
queer
porn
legends
Jiz
Lee
and
Courtney
Trouble,
as
a
response
to
the
overwhelming
censorship
of
fisting
as
a
sex
act
in
pornography.
As
a
queer
kink
erotica
writer,
and
someone
who
adores
fisting,
I
deeply
value
the
representation
of
fisting
in
erotic
material.
In
honor
of
the
fifth
annual
International
Fisting
Day,
I
thought
it
might
be
fun
to
share
a
fisting
excerpt
from
that
story.
So
here
you
have
it,
from
“The
Tender
Sweet
Young
Thing”,
which
appears
in
my
new
collection,
Show
Yourself
To
Me.
(Available
at
Go
Deeper
Press,
Amazon,
and
Barnes
and
Noble.)
As
a
heads
up,
this
excerpt
includes
descriptions
of
a
group
scene
including
pain
play,
gender
play,
bondage,
blade
play,
feral
play,
and
of
course,
fisting.
Excerpt
from “The Tender Sweet Young Thing”
Rebecca
got her hand in Téo’s curls, and was doing that twisting-pulling
thing that felt like sex. Dax snapped the scissors close to his ear,
making him jump. Mikey was doing something slithery and twisty in his
front hole. Damn, her paw was big. He wanted it inside him so bad,
punching into his cervix with those powerful huge arms. Why was she
going so damn slow? He was all-over impatient.
That’s
when Dax began to cut into his perfect dress. He started to pull at
the ropes, glaring at Dax, who seemed to get even bigger and more
excited the more he glared. Xóchi and Lee began to pull at the tears
Dax was making, and the fabric made a wet, almost breaking sound as
they ripped it. Somehow, Téo was sobbing. Rebecca was stroking his
hair, gathering him to her breast, and Mikey slid deeper into him and
stilled.
Dax
met his eyes, and he was held in the demand and witness of someone
who got it. Got how helpless he needed to be, and how much he needed
to let go, and how tender and new he was inside, and how scary it was
to let others know that. Dax placed the scissors on his bare stomach,
holding them firmly against him. They were cold and warm at the same
time. How was that possible?
Dax
reached over and stroked Téo’s cheek, lifting hir fingers to suck
off his tears. Ze repeated Mikey’s question. “I’ve never seen
anything quite like it before. I wonder what it is?”
This
time, he could say it. “I am a tender sweet young thing.”
Mikey
pulsed her hand inside him, and he moaned, repeating it, and getting
rewarded by more twisting-pulsing yum that made his thighs quiver.
Lee
and Xóchi growled, nuzzling his side. Rebecca stroked his curls,
emerging with ribbons that she put in her own hair. He was getting
stiff, and he wanted to move, so he said it: “Untie me this
instant. My dress is getting mussed!”
They
all chuckled and began untying him. Mikey stayed where she was,
writhing her fingers inside him.
“So,
you want to be free for this, eh? That sounds perfect,” she said.
“Oh
yes,” he said and used his newly free hands to shift position. He
knew if he hit the right spot, oh yes...her hand slurped in, and she
grinned at him.
The
rest of the tigers began to nuzzle his belly, and neck, and thighs.
Mikey went to work in his hole, pulsing, then twisting, still going
way too damn slow for him, and he told her so, began to work with
her, thrusting on to her fist, telling her to punch him deep inside,
he could take it, he wanted it, her fat fist was exactly what he
needed. She caught on real fast and began slamming into him just
right, and he lost control of his muscles and just let her take over.
He was impaled on her huge and perfect fist, and he could feel it
build in his chest. Damn…did he really need to cry again?
It
seemed that he did, and as he began to sob, five tigers chose their
spots and bit. Dax chose his belly, the soft part of him, the place
where he was most tender. Rebecca went after his neck, sucking hard
on the bite, wanting him to remember her teeth for days to come.
Xóchi chose the inside of his arm, and that hurt the fucking worst.
Damn, she was evil in the best way. Mikey bit down on the heel of his
hand as she came because he felt so damn good spasming around her
fist. Lee chose his thigh, and it mixed in with the sex to push him
over into a sobbing orgasm that spiraled through him until he was
spent. They all bit down and savored the sweetness of him, feeding on
his tears, past his pleasure, until they were sated.
In
Show
Yourself
To
Me:
Queer
Kink
Erotica,
Xan West
introduces
us to
pretty boys
and nervous
boys,
vulnerable
tops and
dominant
sadists,
good girls
and fierce
girls and
scared
little
girls, mean
Daddies and
loving
Daddies and
Daddies
that are
terrifying
in
delicious
ways.
Submissive queers go to alleys to suck cock, get bent over the bathroom sink by a handsome stranger, choose to face their fears, have their Daddy orchestrate a gang bang in the park, and get their dream gender-play scene--tied to a sling in an accessible dungeon.
Dominants find hope and take risks, fall hard and push edges, get fucked and devour the fear and tears that their sadist hearts desire.
Within these 24 stories, you will meet queers who build community together, who are careful about how they play with power, who care deeply about consent. You will meet trans and genderqueer folks who are hot for each other, who mentor each other, who do the kind of gender play that is only possible with other trans and genderqueer folks.
This is Show Yourself To Me. Get ready for a very wild ride.
Submissive queers go to alleys to suck cock, get bent over the bathroom sink by a handsome stranger, choose to face their fears, have their Daddy orchestrate a gang bang in the park, and get their dream gender-play scene--tied to a sling in an accessible dungeon.
Dominants find hope and take risks, fall hard and push edges, get fucked and devour the fear and tears that their sadist hearts desire.
Within these 24 stories, you will meet queers who build community together, who are careful about how they play with power, who care deeply about consent. You will meet trans and genderqueer folks who are hot for each other, who mentor each other, who do the kind of gender play that is only possible with other trans and genderqueer folks.
This is Show Yourself To Me. Get ready for a very wild ride.
About
Xan
West:
Xan
West is the nom de plume of Corey Alexander, a recent transplant to
Oakland from Brooklyn, who has been doing community kink education
for over ten years. Xan has been published in over 35 erotica
anthologies, including the
Best
S/M Erotica
series,
the
Best
Gay Erotica
series,
and the
Best
Lesbian Erotica
series.
Xan’s story “First Time Since,” won honorable mention for the
2008 National Leather Association John Preston Short Fiction Award.
Xan’s work has been described by reviewers as “offering the
erotica equivalent of happy ever after” and as “some of the best
transgressive erotic fiction to come along in recent years.”
Xan
refuses pronouns, twists barbed wire together with yearning, and
tilts pain in many directions to catch the light. Xan adores
vulnerable tops; strong, supportive bottoms; red meat; long winding
conversations about power, privilege, and community; showtunes; and
cool, dark, quiet rooms with comfortable beds.
Find
Xan’s thoughts about the praxis of sex, kink, queerness, power, and
writing at
xanwest.wordpress.com.
Follow
the blog
tour for
Show
Yourself
To
Me:
- October 14: Peep Scoop http://www.peepscoop.com/ and Radical Access Mapping Project https://radicalaccessiblecommunities.wordpress.com/
- October 25: Ashley Young https://indigostheory.wordpress.com/ and Erin Kyan http://diaryofaleatherman.blogspot.com/
- October 27: Malin James http://malinjames.com/ @MalinMJames and Dario Dalla Lasta http://dariodallalasta.com/
- October 28: BD Swain http://www.bdswain.com/ and Jillian Boyd https://jillianboydauthor.wordpress.com/
- October 31: Xan West https://xanwest.wordpress.com/ and Annabeth Leong http://www.annabetherotica.com/
4 comments:
Welcome to Beyond Romance, Xan -- and happy International Fisting Day! I have some idea how you plan to celebrate...
Seriously, your collection is amazing. I'm working my way through slowly. Each story is like a punch in the gut. "The Sweet Young Thing" is one of my favorites so far, though, very different in tone from some of the darker tales.
Hope you're getting lost of exposure from the tour. Thanks for being my guest.
Wow. Thank you Lisabet for introducing me to Xan West. I have wanted to read a book that included fisting for a while but most books won't touch the subject.
Wow. Thank you Lisabet for introducing me to Xan West. I have wanted to read a book that included fisting for a while but most books won't touch the subject.
Hello, Gayle,
Actually, there's a brief fisting scene in Raw Silk. Pretty rare in romance, though, I agree.
Xan is an amazing author, whose stories both challenge and satisfy. Not, however, for the squeamish!
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