Fisting Rabbits.

Hi from the sky again. I am on my way to see Thumper, and do some work too. It’s always a plus when both are in the same city. Speaking of pluses, last night Mack and I were in the same place as well. He was just missing me so he flew all the way from Australia to have two drinks with me. That’s a friend. Of course I am leaving out the part about him already being in the US for weeks and a wedding and family and all those minor details because it just sounds better to make it about me. Right?

Anyway, he and I were talking about the blog for some reason and he said, “okay, you need to write some sexy posts, some kinky posts, some smutty posts, just something. I mean, there’s only so many ways to talk about your husband’s health and your friendships with people like me.” He was right even though he had essentially just called my writing boring and essentially stale. That said, neither of us could think of anything to write about that would fit those categories he listed.

So, I thought and thought and decided, that since he called me stale, I would just talk about him and his personal kinks, but decided that the fact he likes to wear high heels and lipstick while naked and in chastity before eating peanut butter off the bellies of really overweight men while having them call him “doll” might not be something he would want out in the inter-webs.  So, I will think of something else and save this and other Mack fetishes like what he does with his salad bowls for another time**.

I guess this will qualify if I talk about that in a few days I am planning to fist Thumper. Planning is the key word here because he’s got a slight medical thing and I have a weird calendar thing, so it may not happen, but the shear fact I am/we are planning to do it says a lot about how far we have both some in our kinky spectrum. For me, fisting is something I never thought I would do in life and, up to maybe a year ago, something that actually turned me off to a degree. Having never really been that into the backside until Thumper, it seemed like an impossibility to me because one, I have giant hands and, two, I just never thought enough about it to even study it. On the reverse, three months ago I would have told you I never had an interest in having it done to me and, while I can’t yet say I actually do, I will say that the interest is at least there mildly, so that alone is a giant step.

Speaking as the one with the inside arm this week, there are many elements about this that satisfy my Dominant Drew side immensely and make it feel like that, after almost three years, Thumper and I have reached a giant slippery milestone that is akin to the actual claiming of his ass. Though I am not sure Belle would appreciate me planting a flag there, the base of that flagpole has been building for years and, as much as my now surely dead etiquette teacher, Miss Beverly, would politely and gently scream at me for talking about such things in public, that ass will indeed be mine after that because me and my solid hairy forearm will have claimed it first. I tell you, it’s moments like this I wish kinky sex had actual KPI’s and performance reviews, cause Thumper and I deserve a star or two and a cost of fucking salary increase.

Me being me, I have to admit that I wonder what is the next milestone for he and I? He’s already reached some many performance benchmarks with his ability to take and carry massive plugs for over 14 hours, I am not sure what’s next or how we add to that. Of course, the really submissive slutty side of him would want me to now open this up to reader suggestions as to how I should torment him next, I wont do that because I know that he and I will figure it out swiftly and, at least for him, painfully.

So, I guess time will tell what’s next in that ass, or mine, but reaching a new milestone will surely be fun.

**If you are into lipstick, heels, or peanut butter off fat men, my apologies and no judgement. Oh, and salad bowls too.

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