Introduction – “Saturday Night” – Short and Goofy

Bay City Rollers – okay, there, I admit it. My pre-teen panties got pre-pubescently wet over their bizarre plaid outfits, their feathered hair and their androgynous faces. The beat thumped, I bumped up and down on my knees, my sister and I threw our hair around and bounced around the room, from couch to chair to smashing into the coffee table. We had no idea that cyclonic energy the Rollers created in us was sexual, but we did enjoy destroying the living room.

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The idea of anal sex begins with an instinctive “eeewww gross” - the natural reaction to potty training that taught me poop is dirty and I had to labor to clean the place from where it exited my body. The next entrée into anal sex is usually “accidental” - an over-eager teenage boyfriend dives into the wrong opening and there is tearing and pain and spot of red on the bed. Of course, the incident is never repeated and makes my butt a no-fly zone.

And then I read Tristan Taormino’s musings on the joys of anal sex - the idea that nature made elimination enjoyable for humans by putting a large gathering of nerve endings around the anus. It got me thinking - nerve endings - the sense of satisfaction after a good dump - hmmm….

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I wonder…I dream…
The refreshing taste of you
Uncontrolled wondering how your skin
Tastes how you smell in the morning
How your hair curls how your (more…)