Oh, So That’s Why I Can’t Get Fisted!

You really can’t teach an old dog new tricks

I’m not really interested in having someone go wrist deep inside me, even if they’re super cute.

Humongous dildos always look more intimidating than arousing to me.

And I’m not jealous of women who can ride dongs as thick as my forearm.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ll watch them do it. It just won’t give me the urge to hop on and have a turn on the silicone pool noodle.

Large object insertion just isn’t my thing. It’s like sounding or the kind of deepthroating that ruins your mascara - awesome that people are into it, but my life feels complete without them.

Which is a good thing, really. Because I’ve tried to play with huge toys and I’m not even close to making them disappear into my body.

I’ve never fully understood why, though.

Because I’ve seen short, slender girls sit on dildos that looked like they could fill half their body mass. I’ve watched people stretch themselves out with toys that look like battering rams.

I’ve seen looping GIFs with long, slender silicone tentacles going about two feet deep into a lady’s hidey hole.

But I just can’t do any of that.

It doesn’t take a whole lot of length before I bottom out. And I love being filled up by a big cock, but that’s just it - I struggle to fit anything thicker than a girthy dick.

I figured it must be because I’ve got a wimpy pussy.

Like, maybe the intensity was just too much for me. Instead of enjoying the stretching process, it just made me uncomfortable. So I was tapping out right at the point where those ambitious size queens would get really locked in and determined.

Or it could be that I haven’t trained my pussy properly.

If I loved the idea of getting fisted, I could try working up to it gradually. Add a little more girth each time. Add a little more depth, too. And before you know it I could take it all the way to the elbow.

That’s basically how it was with my ass, and that’s still a work in progress. So maybe if I put my pussy through stretching bootcamp, I could actually take my thickest dildo and not just the tip of its massive head.

Those might be factors, for sure. Massive toys aren’t part of my typical masturbation routine. And I’m sensitive in all sorts of other ways, so it wouldn’t be terribly surprising if I’m too timid to go extra deep and thick.

But I think I finally found the real reason, and it’s because I’m literally not built for that kind of thing.

I Missed My Large Insertion Window Without Even Realizing It

I can’t really remember how I got there, but I browsed my way to a website called Fist Club.

Specifically, a page on fisting anatomy by a fisting aficionado named Finn Vortex. And if anyone knows a thing or two about going deep, it would be a guy with a name like Vortex.

So I sat my ass down, told my ADHD to chill for a bit, and read the whole damn thing from start to finish.

It specifically covers anal fisting, not vaginal. But both fun zones live side by side so I figured a lot of the information would be relevant for either hole.

And I was absolutely right about that because after it goes over all the literal butt stuff, there’s a highly informative section about skeletal structure.

Before reading a single word, I knew I was on the right path. Because all my challenges with big toys really do feel like bone problems. It’s kind of hard to tell what’s going on down there when I’m trying to plow myself with a huge slab of silicone, but it was almost like a hard bump. Like the toy would push against my pelvis and my stubborn pelvic bone just wouldn’t yield.

And wouldn’t you know it, the very first thing I see in that section is a diagram of the pelvic bone structure.

Turns out it’s not just the part of the skeleton that gives curvy ladies those drop dead sexy hips. It’s also a tiny minefield full of obstacles that will keep you from going big.

First there’s the tailbone, which apparently can range from 1 to 3 inches in length. That’s news to me - I kind of assumed they’d all be the same. And a longer tailbone can actually limit your fisting potential.

Then you’ve got the sacrum, which is the boney plate that sits right around the top of your ass. Apparently that can vary in curvature, and the curvier your sacrum the more you can feel it during your fisting adventures - and it might not necessarily feel great.

But most important for me was the hip bones.

Those hook up to your sacrum and depending on how they’re shaped and positioned, they’ll either sit close together or open up more widely.

So that’s it, then. My hip bones are probably too tight for me to go thick. My tailbone might be too long for me to go very deep. And for all I know my sacrum might even be all curved up and getting in the way.

I could maybe get a little more girth and possibly a bit more depth if I really kept working at it. But there’s definitely a firm limit and I missed my double fistfuck window.

I didn’t even know there was a window, but according to Mr. Vortex those bones aren’t totally set in stone because it takes a while for your whole pelvic area to fully fuse together. But by the time you’re 30 years old, it’s all locked into place and you can’t fist your skeleton into a new shape anymore.

And that kind of sucks, I guess. But it’s actually super validating.

It makes me feel like less of a wuss. Now when I see cute girls fucking toys twice as thick as the ones I can barely take, I’ll know it’s just because I let my bones fuse into place instead of rearranging them with dildos that are bigger than butternut squashes.

I’ll Always Be on the JV Squad

Now that I’ve boned up on bone stuff, I know that large object insertion is basically like professional sports or mastering the violin. If you don’t start practicing young, you’ll never make it to the big leagues.

If I had spent my early twenties getting fisted on a semi-regular, I might be able to play with my most challenging dildos - and make it look easy.

But I didn’t. So I can’t.

And knowing that puts me at peace.

It’s not like I desperately wanted to go bigger and bigger. Not much about my lifestyle would actually change if I could bang myself with something the size of a two liter pop bottle. But it’s good to finally understand why I can’t do it.

And if I’m being perfectly honest, it’s nice to know it’s not just because I’m too much of a wimp.

Oh, and if you happen to still be in your twenties and at all intrigued by fisting and massive toys, don’t wait. Grab your sex life by the balls and work in all the girth and depth you can. Otherwise, your bones will fuse too tight and you might never get to join the Fist Club.

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