Savanna: On Tails

Last summer, I attended a kink camp festival in northern Maryland. It was my first time going, and I was beyond excited. This festival was essentially a large gathering of kinksters, fetishists, etc., who spent a week camping out and getting up to nothing but mischief and shenanigans.

There was one night in particular that I remember. I was walking back to my cabin after a hot night of voyuering and was wearing a little shirt, panties, little combat boots. No pants, because I could. I was strolling along until I heard a voice behind me asking if they could compliment me about my body. I blushed at their remark and soon we were walking together towards my cabin – it turned out theirs was next to mine.

You can’t have a camp without a camper, and soon my new friend and I approached my cabin’s fire pit. To our pleasant surprise, we discover that we have a mutual friend in common, sitting right in front of us! We all sit, chat, and laugh as our eyes grow teary from the smoky fire. I decided to suddenly ask the group a question – one that completely changed the trajectory of my night:

“If you had a tail, which tail would you choose for yourself?”

I love this question because I get so many creative and divergent answers from people. So far, I’ve gotten a rat, a horse, a T-Rex, and a monkey, to name a few. (For me, Tiger from Winnie the Pooh). My new friend who paid me the compliment said, “Wait, let me show you!” Interesting!

And they pulled out a silicone rat’s tail butt plug. And the plug itself was jaw-dropping. It was the size of my palm, durable-looking, perfect for what it looks like it‘ll promise to do to you. It was almost reminiscent of those mini stress-relief footballs you get for free at block festivals from a random health insurance company.

And they said, “You can put it inside me if you want.” (And I really did want to.)

And then they said, “Actually, one of my goals is to get triple-anal fist fucked during my time here, but I’ll settle for a double-anal fist fucking if the two of you are interested.” (Oh my god, we couldn’t have agreed faster. When would you get another opportunity like this?!) After a quick negotiation, the three of us were walking our merry little way, all holding hands, to the dungeon to perform a double-anal fist fucking.

I was surprised, but also not surprised, at the amount of set-up that had to take place. The mutual friend and I donned these plastic gloves that reached quite literally to our armpits. We were shown how to best handle the J-lube (think the Home Depot version of lube), and soon we were all ready. My new friend starts our lesson with a fist demonstration – remember to keep your thumb safely hidden in your palm and slowly push through.

The mutual friend and I took turns, with her going first. It was not long until she started looking at me with wonderment and excitement in her eyes. And when it was my turn, I knew exactly why. Once my hand was, quite literally, inside this person, it was like my hand entered a portal. (Like those sci- scenes where Dr. Strange reaches through a portal and they cut to the part of his hand appearing in the other dimension.) The space within felt cavernous, like someone could start doing interior design there. It was absolutely splendid and jaw-dropping. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the feeling. Once we were done exploring, we got onto our primary goal of the night. The strategy for a double-anal fist fuck is as follows: Person A places vertical open hand into the bottom, and Person B places their fist inside next to the open hand. Person B’s fist slowly unfurls such that Person A and Person B can clasp hands.

My co-fister and I managed to get our hands clasped. At my new friend’s beckoning and encouragement from below, we simultaneously moved our hands in and out, with the biggest smiles on our faces. We even looked at each other and touched foreheads. The sweetness and wonder we shared amid such sexual shenanigans still warms my heart. We brought my new friend to new heights of ecstasy and then all gradually made our way back to the cabins.

You never know what a kinky camp festival will bring you. Sometimes it brings double-anal fist fucking. Best roll with it.

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