First impressions whether they be online or in person are not always accurate. I had posted online a thoroughly debauched tale of fisting and stretching – one of many. It is always good to get feedback and I often get asked if the stories are real or 100% fiction. The answer is a mix of the two. One of the stories elicited a response along those lines from a reasonably new user from the particular site I posted too. It is easy to become dubious of new posters that have profiles with very limited information on it. Are they actually the gender or age they say they are? Do they really live in Sydney, or are they in Nigeria and just want to give me a hand collecting some lottery "winnings"?
I did respond to this particular user, but only in very general terms and politely suggested it would be nice to know more about them as the profile was pretty "data poor". She responded quite promptly and politely, explaining that she was only new and was just getting the lay of the land. She did close off with saying that she knew what she wanted and really hoped my story was a lot more than just fiction. We corresponded for a little while and I learnt that she did live in Sydney - a north shore girl – St Leonards to be exact. Her name was Cheryl and she was a 36 year old brunette.
I must admit although I became convinced that she who she said she was, I became less convinced that she was interested in the kinks that I was, let alone in participating in anything of that ilk. She shared some photos of herself with me (and vice versa) and she looked both good and real. This made a change from the person that had an hour earlier said she was local and wanted to meet ASAP if I emailed her some "details". When I had asked that particular person for a photo, I was provided with a grainy photo of a woman from the 80s and I could see a Russian street sign in the background. By contrast, the photo Cheryl showed me was recent and clearly from Sydney. She was attractive and carrying "a little extra padding" as she said she did, and this did not bother me at all – to the contrary in fact. I won't say Cheryl she was plain looking, or anything like that, but it is perhaps fair to say that she would not stand out in a crowd.
One Friday night I was online fairly late and Cheryl bobbed up on Instant Messenger. She said she'd been out with a few drinks with the girls and was really horny and had been unable to find a man to fill her needs. I said if I lived closer (I am on the Gold Coast) I would be around there in a flash. She responded with:
"Hopefully to fist my hole, like I read in your posts. I NEED MY HOLE FISTED AND OPENED NOW."
This was much different from her usual correspondence and the capitals were her emphasis. Clearly she was a "hole girl" like I desired after all.
She quickly followed with message "God I wish you here using my hole" and then added: "I am lying naked on my bed with a huge dildo in my cunt and a smaller one in my bumhole. It's not enough though. I need someone like you here with me."
My cock instantly sprung to a attention and throbbed as I thought about Cheryl. A natural response of course! Filthy chat for an hour ensued and I agreed that I would travel to Sydney to meet in person the next week. I travel frequently to Sydney for work, so it was no drama at all. The next day, Cheryl was back online again and told me she had a horrible hangover, but that everything she had told me was true and she did want to meet. Over the next few days she showed me various pictures of her cunt and asshole either filled with a toy or object or gaping open. She had quite the holes.
I flew to Sydney the following Friday afternoon, did some special shopping, and settled into an upmarket hotel at Darling Harbour. I was to meet Cheryl at 6:30 for drinks and dinner in one of the Darling Harbour restaurants and she arrived on time and well dressed. She was obviously nervous but as we got chatting over a lovely Hunter Valley Verdelho, she was pleased that I came and pleased that looked like my photo. Cheryl had had problems with fakes as well.
As we moved quickly on to our second bottle of wine and started on our delicious mains – I had wok tossed prawns and Cheryl had lamb shanks, we started to talk about sex. It was then that Cheryl informed me that her vagina had been occupied for the whole day and still was now. Her mischievous smile met mine and I asked what was in there.
"I have a big dildo as the occupant," she replied and gave a mock apology for taking it upon herself to stretch her hole a little for my arrival.
"All great performers warm-up," I commented.
She then went to talk about how my stories had really turned her on and while she had met a few men who liked to do what she liked to have done – most she said never lived up to their words. I guess it was a comment as much as a challenge. We talked about why she liked fisting and why I liked to fist. She said she saw some old European fisting pictures in an ex-boyfriends porn stash when she was in her very early twenties. At the time she said she was appalled her ex-boyfriend had a porn stash and that it contained such "gross" things, and she broke up with him over it. She laughed at her own naivety then. She explained that as the years progressed as did her sexual horizons and she explored more things. Online one evening playing and looking at porn she said she came across some fisting videos which made her think about her poor old ex-boyfriend whom she now thought she treated rather unfairly, but also they made her very wet and from that point she had tried fisting herself and in her own words had become rather proficient at it.
"Simply, I like a fist in my fanny," she concluded before adding, "Or any other things that can be made to fit."
She did expand on the fact that her fisting partners as opposed to her vanilla partners in the past spent a lot longer focussing on her than just her own needs. She asked me to elaborate on why I liked fisting.
"Simply, I like to put a fist in a fanny," I said and she laughed.
