Deborah Addington - A Hand in the Bush: The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting

The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting

The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting

Deborah Addington

illustrated by

Megan Rothrock and Jill McCutcheon

1997 by Deborah Addington

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Cover and interior design: DesignTribe, San Francisco

Cover photograph: MichaelAdrienne

Cover model: Morgana

Published in the United States by Greenery Press, 3739 Balboa Ave.

#195, San Francisco, CA 94121.

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ISBN 0-890159-02-6

WHATS

Inside

Readers should be aware that vaginal fisting is an activity which carries an inherent risk of injury or even death. While we believe that following the guidelines set forth in this book will minimize that potential, the writer and publisher encourage you to be aware that you are taking some risk when you decide to engage in vaginal fisting, and to accept personal responsibility for that risk. Neither the author, the publisher, nor anyone else associated with the creation or sale of this book is responsible for any injury sustained.

Readers should be aware that vaginal fisting is an activity which carries an inherent risk of injury or even death. While we believe that following the guidelines set forth in this book will minimize that potential, the writer and publisher encourage you to be aware that you are taking some risk when you decide to engage in vaginal fisting, and to accept personal responsibility for that risk. Neither the author, the publisher, nor anyone else associated with the creation or sale of this book is responsible for any injury sustained.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

This is my first book. It took thirty-two years and innumerable events to get me to this point. With that in mind, I thank you in advance for reading my list of thanks (which reads like a starlets speech at her first academy awards).

This book and its author owe a great debt and thanks to those who aided in its conception, those who nurtured it, and those who birthed it. I speak for myself, and the pages herein, when I say thank you to Jay Wiseman (conception, with a man in the front seat of a moving vehicle, no less!), Janet, Derek, Francesca and the staff of Greenery Press (labor pains & birth processes). I also wish to offer my love and thanks to my boy, ed, for all of his technical and labor-intensive work; he is my left brain in a right-brained world. To my research assistants - KT, Carol, Janet, and lube boy extraordinaire (Tom!), I offer up my orgasmic gratitude, and an open-ended invitation to do research with me any time. Its not that I couldnt have done it without you, my loves, but Im thoroughly delighted that I didnt have to.

My thanks to my beloved faun, Jain dEaux, Dossie Easton, Catherine A. Lizst, Derek, Lynne G., Yew, KT, Kat, weelz[TT], SilvrDrgn, MJ Matson, Jaymes Easton, Susan S., Connie Meredith, and all of the wonderful people who gave me their words;

Thanks to my cat, Chicken (who says she cant wait to read this book), for giving me invaluable assistance with holding down stray pages of manuscript and leaving me cryptic messages written in cat hair on all my black clothing;

Beaucoup de kudos to my fabulous, remarkable, and divinely talented illustrators, Megan and Jill, for turning sows ears into silk purses and for saving my ass so close to deadline;

Thanks to the doctors who helped clarify the medical issues in this manuscript for me - Beth Brown, M.D., C.C. Chase, M.D., and special gratitude to Charles Moser, Ph.D., M.D., for his consultation, time and knowledge, and this lovely quote about fisting: Cut your nails, lay back, spread your legs wide, relax and enjoy!

Thanks to my hairdresser, Rachel, for damage control when I started pulling my hair out by the roots;

A special, loving thank you to my Mom, who will never read farther than this page (dont worry, Mom - if someone you know sees this, theyre not bloody likely to tell you);

Many, many thanks to my loving family, especially Watz & Ed & Terra & Alicia, who help to make my world a very interesting place in which to live and write, and a significant and hearty thanks to my sweet, darling, patient, long-suffering, courageous elisabeth, without whose love and support this book would never have gotten past the Im-thinking-about-writing-a-book stage.

A huge thanks to the women of Tuesday nights and our cheerleaders, for giving me a social life and something to look forward to: Nikki (cow him, Dorothy, you Stonewall homo!), Rosa (I have an idea!), Jacquie, Susan, Sherita (its all good), Terri (Studd!), Denise, Sarah, Anetra (the perfect cheer), Callahan, Diane, Tina and Meg;

This book is mostly dedicated to Eleni Kali Cozyris, a remarkable woman and lover, whose presence and adventurous spirit helped make me who I am today.

Whatever dedication is left over from Kali goes to renea Keesling, who walked with me a crucial part of the path that brought me to this destination; she could contain my fist, even if she couldnt hold my heart.

My deepest thanks to all of you, and my love to all but the last.

Deborah Addington

March, 1997

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

WHO THE

Because she has a college degree (which amounts to one really expensive piece of spare toilet paper should she run out of the cheaper stuff), and because she absolutely loves to fuck; because she has a cunt, and knows a lot about them. Because she has a fist, and knows a lot about them, too, and because shes smart, funny, and did extensive research at her own expense for this book.

Im a cunning linguist. I call myself a tribador: I sing of the joys of cunt, and of the ways to make them sing. This book is just one voice in the chorus; it is my wish that you become able, with the help of this score, to expand your range, and add your singing to the chorale of cunty pleasures.

PREFACE

It has been said that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Anyone who has ever experienced fisting, either as a fister or a fistee, will probably be happy to tell you that grappling with a wild bird or putting your hand in a bush is pretty much a waste of time, and a lot less sexually gratifying than fisting. I wholeheartedly agree. I call vaginal fisting a Fine Art because it requires not only an artistic inclination, but skill and knowledge as well as talent. For some of you, Dear Readers, there will be information within this text that echoes things you may already know. I humbly request that you consider that information a review; feel free to nod wisely in accord while you read on.

Vaginal fisting, also known as fist-fucking or handballing, is one of those sexual practices that still carries with it a taboo, one born of ignorance. One school of thought has it that the stronger the taboo, the more pleasurable must be the act. In the case of fisting, this is definitely so. Fisting is an incredible experience, not only physically, but mentally and emotionally. It may well be that the taboo helps make fisting as potent an act as it is; then again, it may be that the potency is the reason for the taboo.