The aural arousal of overhearing a story about anal sex turns on this backdoor aficionado to the nth degree.
“I slept with him.”
I heard those words and stopped paying attention to my crossword puzzle. I was sitting in a burgundy leather booth at my favorite diner, sipping coffee and matching my wits against the puzzler in my local paper. So far, I’d been proud of my prowess. Now, I didn’t care what the correct answer to sixteen across was. I found myself far more interested in the conversation occurring in the booth behind me.
“On the first date?” a second female voice queried.
The answer was not really a word. It was more of a sigh or a hum of delight. I looked to my right and caught a flash of the women’s reflections in the diner window. The one with her back to my back had... Read more...