Figging Before Sex
Just A Random Girl writes about what it felt to have sex after being figged:
After a while of this good fucking, he starts to fidget again. This time I have a pretty good idea of what is going to happen. Something we’d been discussing for a while. He runs out to the living room and back, and returns to fucking me. However, this time he’s rearranged the garbage can, and is peeling a chunk of ginger at the same time. It was around this time that my memories start to not sync with reality. (I was asking him “did you…?” about a few things that I remember that apparently never happened.) I’ll try to stick with what I think is what happened. Some ginger juice got dripped on my back, and it was just this nice pleasant sharp cold sensation, like rubbing alcohol on healthy skin. Soon that same sensation was in my crotch as he was fucking me. I remember being a little concerned about whether it would be hurting him or not, but mostly thinking that I was enjoying it. Soon the ginger was ready and he was pressing it against me. I was a little worried about it, so of course the next step wasn’t terribly easy. It took a few seconds for the sensation to appear, but suddenly my ass was zinging away like mad. I’ve mostly read it described as burning, but it wasn’t burning. It was freezing, but not cold like ice, much sharper than that, more like the sensation of dry ice or liquid nitrogen. I think he was fucking me at first, but the longer the ginger was there, the more I was incapacitated to pure screaming. Not “ooh baby fuck me” screaming, not animalistic growling. Pretty much just screaming. I didn’t know for the life of me if I wanted it to stop or to continue. I know he was fucking me for part of it, but I have the impression he was sort of sitting back and watching what was happening for part of it too. I know in my mind I couldn’t figure out if I wanted it to keep happening, or if I wanted it to stop. I quite honestly didn’t know, and so I trusted him to make the decision for me, and he did.