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The ass is where it’s at: the playground for anarchists, iconoclasts, artists, explorers, little boys, horny men, and women desperate to relinquish, even temporarily, the power that has been so hard won and cruelly awarded by the feminist movement. Ass-fucking realigns the balance for a woman with too much power - and a man with too little.

In his forays inside me, A-Man hits new walls, new angles, new ends, and that self-preserving voice of “too much” echoes through my brain as I feel a kind of pressure, a resistance. But I have never said “too much.” Never. I breathe through, adjust the angle, and stay where he pushes until I open and receive him further. I expand into him and the pain subsides, transforms, into a profound sensation of freedom - freedom from pain, freedom to be crazy, freedom to harmonize with the universe. This is all physical. And it is the birth of love. His cock is my laser healer. Every point it probes inside pierces my armor, the armor of self-protection, and the two fears - love and death - momentarily lose their grip and I experience a moment of immortality.

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— Toni Bentley, The Surrender (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)

September 17, 2009, 2:26pm