This is a book review! I heard about Toni Bentley's memoir, The Surrender
, from a friend, and was so glad to see that the library had a copy. It's about how a famous ballerina for the New York City Ballet injured her hip, had to leave her beloved dancing, got very depressed, and then found love and a cure for her depression when a strong and dominant man fucked her in the ass. It's incredibly poetic:
Bliss, I learn from being sodomized, is an experience of eternity in a moment of real time. Sodomy is the ultimate sexual act of trust. I mean you could get really hurt if you resist. Anal sex is about cooperation. One is in charge, the other obedient. Entirely in charge, entirely obedient. There is no democratic safety net swinging below ass-fuckers. You can't half-assed buttfuck. There are no understudies, no backups, for anal Cirque du Soleil. It's a hire-wire act all the way up.
The truth always shows itself in the ass. A cock in an ass operates like the arrow on a lie detector test. The ass doesn't know how to lie. It can't lie: it hurts, physically, if you lie.
It's fascinating stuff to read. It's like, holy chao, she gets it
, she gets what it means to be a sodomite, why it's so much fun, why it's so damned pleasurable.
Anyway, call up your local library and see if they have a copy. It's a fun little story about a woman's discovery that her "ass, tiny, a teenage boy's, tight, and tightly wound," would contain all the mysteries of life she had been missing.