Currently reading The Breast by Philip Roth. The novella follows David Kepsh after a strange anomaly causes him to turn into a human-sized breast. That is a breast the size of a human, not the size of a human breast.
So I read the following passage:
“‘It’s too much to ask. It’s too awful. I have to stop this. I want her to do it all the time, every minute she’s here. I don’t want her to read to me–I don’t even listen. I don’t even want to talk any more. I just want her to squeeze me and suck me and lick me. I can’t get enough of it. I can’t stand when she stops. I shout, I scream, ‘Go on! Go on!’ I can’t stand when she leaves, because I want more. But I’ll drive her away. I have to stop. It will drive her away finally. Then I’ll have no one. Then I’ll have just the nurse in the morning and that will be that. My father will come and tell me who died and who got married. And you will come and tell me about my strong character, but I won’t have a woman. I won’t have love and sex ever again! I can imagine Claire, I can envision her–I can see her sucking on me! I want her to take her clothes off–but I’m afraid to ask her! I don’t want to drive her away–it’s bizarre enough as it is, but still I can imagine she has her clothes off, I want the m off, at her feet, on the floor. I want her to get up on me, and roll on me. Oh, Doctor, you know what I really want? I want to fuck her! I want that big girl to bend over at the head of the hammock and stick my nipple in her cunt from behind. And move on it, up and down–I want her to go mad on my nipple! But I’m afraid if I even say it it will driver her away! That she’ll run and never return!’”
So that passage got me thinking - outside of the wonderful image of a blonde, green-eyed woman riding a giant breast - what is my strangest sexual urge? Not fetish. But something that is outside of my character. I gathered my thoughts, my memories. And the only urge that raised a questioning eyebrow from the women unfortunate enough to fuck me was analingus.
It started with my ex-girlfriend. I saw her the other day at the store. One day, I was blinded with this unnerving urge to just get her from behind. To eat out her ass. Just thinking about doing it as I’m writing this is getting me hot and bothered.
I know that it’s not a big deal to most people. It’s nothing to blush over, then again, no one’s running around shouting how they love eating ass, or that they just get the craving to bend over their significant other and give her a rim job. At least, not most of us.
I still get the urge. Lately, my sexual drive has been in overdrive. Everyone has become an object of my lust, which is new to me. And the urge to eat ass is driving me insane.
So what’s yours? You know the drill, right?
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