I have to say – the ‘science experiment’ with the lube went well. Very well.  I mean, it led to punch fucking! If something leads to punch fucking, it is a Good Thing.

You see, when I showed up at Sebastian’s this last time, he had this idea that he had picked up somewhere about mixing 1/3 silicone lube with 2/3 water based lube for anal. (I think that was the ratio, I’m not sure.) I thought it was a little weird, since I like to stick with Babelube (I swear, it’s like my crack. Babelube, and Lomy Fic. They sort of go hand in hand…and if I don’t get enough of either, I get a little twitchy and irate.) Anyway. It is almost impossible for me to say no to Sebastian, because he’s fucking adorable and he knows it, so we set everything up, and then headed to the blender.

He mixed it all up while I watched.  All I could keep thinking was ‘God I hope he has another blender, I wouldn’t want to clean that out to make a smoothie.’ And ‘Jesus his ass looks good in those jeans’. The later more than the former – he’s got a great ass. Thinking about a fantastic ass beat thinking about practical stuff any day – though nonsequitorial thoughts  and statements are just part of my nature.

The mixture took some fine tuning, but what we wound up with was actually pretty good – the best of both worlds. I generally avoid silicone lube like the plague, because I heart my silicone toys and don’t want to mess them up, and because I don’t like the way it feels in me, but it *does* last for about ten minutes short of forever. However, what it doesn’t do is stay where I damn well put it, or go where I want it to. But water based lube of a gel consistency does. Mix them together, and BAM. A lube that won’t quit that GOES WHERE I PUT IT. Plus, it was nice and warm from the blender. Though honestly, sometimes I don’t know why we don’t just use Crisco. They make it in sticks now and everything, and it doesn’t break down gloves, as its a vegetable based lube. (And it’s traditional for fisting. At some point, as a fister, I NEED to use Crisco, just once. It’s like getting married, when you need something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.)

We jumped into play pretty quickly once he had the experimental lube mixed to his satisfaction. I think I was sitting there with my gloves on the whole time, next to the play area with all the toys laid out and paper towels at the ready. (He sets the play area up so nicely. I couldn’t do better myself. I actually find it calming, to have everything set up and right there, just so and in easy reach. It’s part of the reason I generally like to play at my own home when I can. Living with family has put the kibosh on that. There is also the toppy part of me that likes when people listen to me when I say things like ‘Have everything set up, music playing, and wear those tight jeans I like’)

It seems that the goal, when Sebastian and I play, is to push the envelope. We play fairly heavily, because we can, and because its hot.

Sebastian is a *fantastic* anal bottom, for a variety of reasons. 1) He knows what the fuck is going on – he is aware of his ass, his experience level, what’s going on the day we’re playing, and all the technical aspects of buttsechs – he tops too. These are good skills to have as a bottom. 2) He’s not afraid to communicate with me while I’m doing stuff to his butt – I always know if what I’m doing is good, bad, or indifferent.  (It also doesn’t hurt that he’s young, full of awesome, and hot like a thing thats really hot.)

Communication is supremely important, at least for me, as the penetrative partner. I’m paranoid and always think about worst case scenarios. I could seriously hurt a butt if my partner and I don’t communicate – the worst that could happen to me is a sprained hand (or possibly a broken wrist. However, I think any event that led to my wrist being broken would probably be hilarious. Sucky, since I need my hands for massaging, but hilarious. I’m sure it would involve me slipping on lube or something while wrist deep in Brock Sampson.)

And I think I’m pretty fucking good anal top. I’ve done research. I’ve read things. I study anatomy. I have had this stuff done to me (excluding being fisted. So far.) I listen to what my bottoms are telling me. I also try to research as best I can topics or activities I’m wary or unfamiliar with.

The last time we had played, Sebastian had mentioned punch fucking. I was wildly turned on by the idea of it, but wary of the practice. (Plenty of things that turn me on wildly belong in my head and in my head alone)

However, I was fortunate to attend Tristan Taormino’s anal sex class at Winter Fire last year.  It was more of an Anal 201 type class – the assumption was that we had the basics down, and were interested in bringing anal to the next level or bringing it into power-play. Lots of talk about fisting, extended butt plug wearing, etc.

I figured, if I was nervous about punch fucking, she was the person to ask. So ask I did! I think, more than anything I was asking for permission – I wanted to know that this was an ok activity, and I wanted to hear it from someone who both loves and knows the butt. Her advice, or answer to my question (Which was pretty much “I have a friend who’s interested in me punch fucking him – can I do this/is it ok/do I need to know anything?”) was basically “Well, if he can take it, than sure!”

Subjective, of course, but that’s really the only answer. ‘Can I punch fuck?’ is very general. ‘Can I punch fuck YOU’ is different. Butts are like snowflakes; they all taste a little different when you catch them on your tongue.

Anyway, as far as ‘Can Sebastian take a punch fucking?’ I had a good feeling the answer was yes. And this time, when I was wrist deep in him and he asked me to rip my fist out and punch it back in…I did!

It didn’t start out as a punching motion. At first, while we were warming up, I was narrowing my hand back into the pre-fisting position on the way out and the way back in, but as his ass relaxed and opened up (Ah, that glorious moment when the ass finally opens, its glorious, glorious! It always makes me marvel at the form and function of the human body, and the mind/body connection and how that all ties together…) I was more and more able to keep my hand in the ‘fist’ position until I was…well, punch fucking him!

Joemigod. It was hot. So, so hot. I don’t remember the last time I actually *soaked* my panties while fisting. The combination of the power of my position, his vulnerability, the feeling of my hand pushing into his ass…and I just can’t describe the feeling of having your entire hand buried all the way to the wrist inside someone’s ass.

And I must admit, there is a part of me that enjoys the fact that within a taboo act, I can go even farther. I guess when it comes to fisting, I’m an edge play? But to me, it doesn’t seem like an edge. I’m perfect comfortable with what I’m doing and it doesn’t feel edgy to me, just hot. I look forward to more punch fucking, and do a very deep fisting. I’d love to get inside someone to the elbow…