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Published September 15, 2011


Man, I just love P.F. CHANGS, don’t you, Margaret?  

The SICHUAN CHICKEN FLATBREAD is fantastic, don’t you think so?  

Are you sure you wouldn’t like another CHANG’S KEY LIME PIE MARTINI?  You can order whatever you like, Margaret.  I have a coupon. 

I know this is only our second date, Margaret, but I brought you a present.  

It’s an autographed hardcover of “The Surrender:  An Erotic Memoir” by Toni Bentley.  

It’s an erotic memoir of one woman’s sublime, transcendent experiences with anal sex.  I want to share it with you.  It is my favorite book.  

May I read to you from a favorite passage of mine, Margaret?

His was first.  In my ass.

I don’t know the exact length, but it’s definitely too big—just right.  Of medium width, neither too slender nor too thick.  Beautiful.  My ass, tiny, tight, and tightly wound.  Twenty-five years of winding as a ballet dancer.  Since age four.  Turning out the legs from the hips winds up that pelvic floor like a corkscrew.  I worked my gut all my life standing at that ballet barre.  Now it is being unworked. 

His cock, my ass, unwinding.  Divine.

As he enters me I let go, millimeter by millimeter, of the tensing, pulling, tightening, gripping.  I am addicted to extreme physical endurance, the marathon of uncoiling intensity. I release my muscles, my tendons, my flesh, my anger, my ego, my rules, my censors, my parents, my cells, my life. 

At the same time I draw him inward.  Releasing out and pulling in, one thing.  

Bliss, I learned from being sodomized, is experiencing eternity in a moment of real time.  My yearning is so cavernous, so deep, so old yet so young, that only a big cock buried deep in my ass has ever filled it.  He is that cock.  The one that saved me.  He is my answer to every man who came before him.  My revenge.”  

What do you mean you’re leaving, Margaret?…

But we haven’t even had our entrees yet?

Margaret, come back…

Margaret, wait…

Margaret, PLEASE don’t do this…

Margaret …

Margaret…

Margaret…

Margaret…

Margaret…

Margaret…

Margaret…

Pardon me, waiter, can you do me a favor and wrap up the entrees to-go, please.  I’ll be eating them back at the hotel. 

Alone.


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