A Figging Adventure
From The Eye comes this true life description of figging from a very satisfied female customer:
I was still rather giggly and nervous when the boy dragged me into Chinatown Friday night to find a greengrocer that was still open. We found a suitable piece and retired back to my house. I removed my clothes and bent over a large leather chair. The boy got to make good use of both his domestic and depraved talents by peeling and carving the ginger into an appropriately tapered shape, which, when it was ready, he duly popped into my ass. The ginger was about two-and-a-half inches long and had a wide enough diameter to ensure I could really feel it holding me open.
Well, the results were nothing short of spectacular — figging provoked a fierce burning sensation in the rectum, one which is intensely sexually arousing. It made me hyper-aware of my ass, to the point that my whole mind and body was focused on that one small area.
The hot sensation was constant — it’s extremely hard to stand or sit still, it made me want to keep moving constantly and even a hard spanking (as was soon applied) felt less noticeable in contrast to my fiery, smarting sphincter. In fact, I wanted him to smack me harder, as a distraction. The ginger was so powerful that the spanks he laid on to my bare backside hardly registered but the harsh contact of his hand felt so good, and my skin felt so alive to every tiny sensation after he stopped.
I don’t know if the piece of ginger he used was old or new or what, but it was motherfucking strong, that’s for sure. I came right away like a blowtorch, and it only became more intense from there. It also induces a powerful degree of lubrication in my cunt, and when he touched me there, I felt absolutely drenched. He also twisted the ginger around in my ass a number of times, a feeling that was intensely agonizing and so mind-bendingly pleasurable. Remaining in a standing position was somewhat difficult, and he had to partially hold me up when my knees buckled a bit as I came. Later, we retired to the bed.
The ginger made me lubricate copiously and also intensified my climax — though it took me a while to figure out exactly why it does this. It seems that in order to actually tip myself over the top of an orgasm, I have to go very still for a few moments. Ginger has the effect of making me want to keep moving at all costs, so in essence I’m working against myself and involuntarily postponing my climax. When I eventually come, it’s that much stronger.
In a word: More. Now. Please.