I Had Sex With A Famous Writer. Our Encounter Left Me Deeply Unsettled.
He wanted me to sit on his face. “But I don’t feel clean,” I told him. “I don’t care. I like it a little dirty.” This author, whose words I devoured, was now greedy to taste me. I got into position, and he gobbled me up. I couldn’t laugh, but I felt ridiculous. Maybe I didn’t want to have sex with him; I just wanted to procreate intellectually. I’d much rather be fucking one of his books. How had I ended up here? And why couldn’t I let myself leave? I read the interview with the literary legend in BUTT magazine, one of my favorite indie publications, in which he described his open relationship with his partner and how he found younger guys on a site called SilverDaddies.com. “The thing is, when I was in my 20s, I found lots of men in their 40s and 50s to fuck me. And it was very, very exciting. I mean, some of them were extremely powerful guys… Physically and in the world,” he said in…