How many fingers I had in her
|
She asked me, “how many fingers I had in her”? When I told her that she had my hand up to my wrist buried in her, she started to cry and I got real worried. She hadn’t told me that I was hurting her or had hurt her, but she says now that it was such a feeling. Even to this day, last night as a matter of fact, she tells me that it is such an intense feeling of fullness and that she has trouble finding the words to fully explain what happens to her body and her mind when she is filled to capacity. |
 |
|
I understand only in the most rudimentary sense what she must feel. I am sure that many will agree with me when I say that the vision of your woman laying back with her legs spread wide and having your fist buried in her up to your wrist is such a trip. For me I can only associate it with the love, trust and understanding that we have for each other. |
