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Twisted Desire



   By Ed Rider



   Ramona was sick to death of anal.

   Every night, anal anal anal.

   When she married Ralph, she knew he was a good salesman and proud of his
persistence.  But even he knew that you can't sell every customer.

   She must have told him a thousand different ways by now that no matter
what he said or did, what he promised, what he bought her or where he took
her, she was never going to do anal.

   When they were dating, before marriage was in the picture, he had tried
to go there.  She apologized the next day for biting and scratching and
screaming and somehow managing to pick his body up and toss it off the bed
before throwing on her clothes and running out of his apartment.  That's
when she patiently explained she would never give her ass to anyone, not
him, not the handsome movie stars she might fantasize about, not anyone. 
She told him that maybe it was in her genes, but she had been conditioned
to thinking about that part of your body as being for one purpose only and
except for cleaning it, you never touched it, nor did anyone else.  And no,
she didn't want to see a therapist about her hang-up.

   Even then, Ralph kept talking about it and trying to sell her.  It
exasperated her so much that a week before the wedding, she told him she
was ready to cancel.  He backed off then and told her that though he hoped
she would change her mind someday, he still wanted her, anal or not.

   For a while, he did leave her alone.  But after a few years, he started
bringing it up again, and soon it got out of hand.  It had been eight
months of selling now, and he showed no signs of giving up.

   She found she was thinking about it every day, too, even before he
brought it up, trying to find a way to turn off the anal lobbying machine.
She had already tried pleading, begging, insulting and screaming.  She
tried harder than ever to please him in bed and even went along with
inserting a finger into him and letting him insert a finger into her anus
while making love.  She was fine with her finger but had to fight to
overcome her repugnance at accepting his.

   It was when she started getting angry at herself that things changed. 
One day, she realized how much time she was devoting to thinking about
this, how it intruded during her job, when she was with friends, when she
was watching television.  It had become a major chunk of her waking hours.

   As she thought of this, she began getting angrier and angrier with
herself.  It wasn't Ralph's fault, she thought.  He was like a dog jumping
onto the couch.  He couldn't control his animal impulses.  It was up to
her. She had to train him.

   All of a sudden, her mind opened up, and ideas came flooding in.  She
was in the kitchen when it happened, and she quickly grabbed a pad of paper
and started writing them down.  They were coming so fast that she couldn't
keep up, but it didn't matter, because they kept on coming.  Finally, they
slowed down and then they stopped.  Her hand hurt was hurting from all the
writing, but her brain felt clear, as if she had just gotten over a cold.

   She looked at her scribbled notes.  There were over 150 ideas, and most
of them were so bizarre that she was astonished.  How in the world had
those ideas ever entered her head?  She laughed and started crossing them
out.  She started with the craziest ones, the ones that might send her to
prison.  Then she deleted the ones she might get away with if she had a
criminal mind, the ones that would turn Ralph into a zombie and the ones
that would mean the end of any chance to have children with Ralph.

   As she narrowed the list, she realized that some of the ideas that
seemed far out were starting to look more possible to her.  When she got
down to eight ideas, she stopped.  One of them was so appropriate, that it
had to be the one.

   For the next two weeks, she spent every spare minute making calls,
meeting people and visiting businesses.  But she enjoyed it, because she
was no longer frustrated.  She was in reach of her goal.

   When Ralph started in on his anal marketing campaign, she was no longer
upset.  She didn't say anything, but she smiled at him, because she knew
this would soon be over.  He smiled back, because he thought he was making
progress.  He decided on his own to go into a soft sell mode and not bring
it up unless he saw some positive indicators that might lead to success on
a given night.  He asked about her day and about her job and listened hard
to see if she was in a good mood.

   She was so absorbed in her preparations that she didn't notice his new
approach, and when she was ready, she became a little frustrated.  Her
plans would be set into motion the next time he brought the subject up, but
he didn't.  Did she go through all that work for nothing?  For two days,
she was upset and distracted, but on the third day, she woke up and told
herself, why are you acting like this?  Who cares what caused Ralph to stop
tormenting you?  The important thing is that he's over his obsession.  You
should be celebrating, not sulking.  Even though your plan took a lot of
time, at least you won't have to spend any more money on it.

   That night she was all smiles and whistling happily while making dinner.
Ralph decided she must have had a good day, and she was in a receptive
mood. He waited until they were almost done with dinner before he brought
it up, and he didn't make it blatant.  He thought he was just slipping it
smoothly into their conversation.

   From the startled look she gave him, he knew that his soft soap effort
hadn't worked, but then she gave him a broad smile.  He smiled back at her.

   "Ralph," she said, "you've finally made me realize how important this is
to you, so I've decided I'm going to give you anal."

   "Oh Ramona!" he said.  His eyes were gleaming with joy.  "You don't know
--"

   "Hush, Ralph, and listen.  I've told you a thousand times that no man is
ever going to shove his thing in my ass.  It's nothing against you.  That's
just a law of nature that applies today, tomorrow and the rest of my life.

   "But I know how much you want anal, so even though I'm not happy about
it, I've decided to give you a one-night pass.  My hope is that this will
get it out of your system, and that you will never bring the subject up
again.  I've arranged everything, and I'll even be there watching.

   "I know what you're thinking right now, Ralph.  You're thinking you're
never going to give up.  I understand that.  You're a salesman.  You're
also thinking that once I see you do it with someone else, I'll realize
it's not that bad.  That's not going to happen, Ralph, I promise you.  But
I am going to have someone make a video for you to watch whenever you want
to.

   "I'm not going to make any deals or ask for any promises, Ralph.  You
promised me before we were married that you would stop pressing me for
anal, and you kept that promise for a while.  I know you are usually a man
of your word, but when it comes to this obsession, it seems that promises
just don't count.

   "So this is all on me.  I hope Saturday night works, so we can move
beyond this.  If it doesn't, well, it won't be any worse than it is right
now.

   "Yes, this is going to happen Saturday night at one of those places
where men sit behind a plate of glass and watch women with other women or
with men.  The men can talk to the sex workers though a microphone and tell
them exactly what they want them to do and then watch them do it.  They can
hear every sound on the other side of the glass.  They can even choose
music and lighting.

   "I've made all the preparations.  The lighting is going to be dark and
moody at first, but as you get into it, it will be bright as day so the
video cameras can capture everything.  I've even chosen the music.  And I
can't wait for you to meet Terry, who was chosen especially for you.

   "Now, don't ask me any questions, Ralph.  I'm not going to tell you
anything else.  Saturday night is two days away, and the subject is closed
until then.  I hope you can control yourself for 48 hours and not irritate
me so much that I cancel the whole thing."

   She looked at Ralph and saw that he was having a hard time.  He had a
million questions, and he was ready to explode.  But he finally calmed
down. That night and the next and all day Saturday, she saw him sneaking
looks at her.  She could see he was dying to say something, but he wasn't
going to jeopardize his opportunity.

   The place was in a slightly seedy area near downtown, with a gaudy neon
sign out front.  There was a parking lot on the side with a security guard.
But once Ralph and Ramona left the dirty sidewalk and walked through the
front entrance, Ralph saw that the interior was sleek and modern.  A woman
in a business suit led them down a hall and into a room with a bed and
nothing else in it.

   The room was just a little larger than the bed, and the bed was in the
middle, so there was a path barely wide enough for one person to walk
around, and then the walls.  Ramona began explaining it to Ralph.

   "There are video cameras all around the room up there," she said,
pointing.  "You and Terry are free to run around the bed at the beginning,
but once you get on the bed, two girls will come into the room with
handheld video cameras, and they'll wander around the bed getting some good
close-ups of faces and connecting body parts.  They'll be blocking the path
around the bed, so you need to stay on top of it after that.

   "The lighting will be dim and moody at the beginning like it is now. 
I'll be controlling it.  Once I see the real action is starting, I'll make
everything super bright, like this, so the high definition videos will be
crystal clear with no dark shadows obscuring anything.

   "The surround speakers are up there next to the cameras," she said. 
"I've picked 'Stairway to Heaven,' which starts soft, but about halfway
through, it gets really loud, and then comes 'Purple Haze,' 'Free Bird,'
'Layla' and `Won't Get Fooled Again.' I timed it out and figured that
should be long enough for you.

   "I'll be behind this glass wall here, where the customer sits.  I could
set up the lighting so the wall looks solid black, but I'm going to light
up the room, so you can see me watching you.

   "Oh, one more thing.  To make it more interesting, you'll have to catch
Terry before you can have anal.  I'm giving Terry a bonus for each minute
out of your grasp.  You're wearing loose elastic waist shorts, so they'll
come off easily when the time is right.  Give me your sandals, because you
can run faster without them.

   "I'll have a microphone, but I'm not going to use it much.  Maybe I'll
give you some encouragement.  It's amplified so you'll be able to hear it
above the music, but the music will be so loud that I won't be able to hear
you or Terry and you won't be able to hear each other.  Here's Terry now."

   Ralph turned around to see a nondescript woman in a loose, ill-fitting
dress walk in the room.  She didn't look that hot, he thought, but at least
she didn't pour on the makeup and look grotesque.  She seemed nervous and
shifted a lot as though she were uncomfortable.  She's acting for me,
thought Ralph, pretending like she hasn't done this before.

   "I know Terry is pretty flat on top," said Ramona, "but that's not why I
picked her for you.  Ralph.  This is why." Ralph looked at Ramona and saw
she was stroking up and down Terry's ass over the dress.

   "Look at this ass," she said.  "Look how round and firm and large it is.
It looks like a big globe welded onto a human body.  It makes a statement."
Ralph saw Terry fidgeting as Ramona stroked.  Maybe she really was scared,
he thought.  This excited Ralph, and he felt the front of his loose shorts
getting tighter as he pushed out into them."

   "I think we're ready," said Ramona.  "I'm renting this by the minute. 
Look over at that glass wall when you see the light going on in my room, so
I can wave to you.  Then as soon as I turn on the music, you can start. 
Remember, you have to catch Terry first, but Terry's wearing high heels, so
that should be a snap.  You look like you're in seventh heaven, Ralph." He
was gazing at Terry's ass while she spoke, and he didn't acknowledge her
when she left the room.

   "Hi Terry," he said.  "I'll try to make this easy on you." No I won't,
he thought.  This is my one chance, and I'm going to pound that ass into a
pulp.  Terry looked nervous and didn't say anything.

   Ralph looked up and saw the light go on in the viewing room.  Ramona was
brightly lit and so clear that it didn't look like there was any glass
between them.

   "There's a lady who's sure..."

   The music was starting, and he saw Terry move away from him to the other
side of the bed from where he was.  Should he jump across the bed or chase
her around it?  He decided to try running first and began heading around
one corner.  Terry began running away from him in tiny steps, trying not to
trip.  She certainly was awkward, thought Ralph, but it must be hard to run
in heels.

   It didn't take long.  On the second lap around the bed, Ralph was able
to grab Terry's wrist.

   "Ooh, it makes me wonder."

   He heard Ramona cheering above the music: "Way to go Ralph.  That was
fast."

   He pulled the struggling Terry to him.  Terry pushed back with
surprising strength, but gradually Ralph was enveloped Terry with his arms.
Terry certainly was flat beneath the thick dress and undergarments.  Ralph
held tightl and then spun around so that he was now holding Terry face to
face.

   He pushed Terry, and Terry fell backwards onto the bed with Ralph on
top. Ralph hoped this would knock the wind out of Terry for a couple of
minutes, and he thought it must have worked because Terry was lying still
beneath him.  He reached for the buttons in the front of the thin dress,
but Terry pushed his hands away.  Well, if that's the way you want it, he
thought, as he used his body and one hand to trap her hands.  Now his other
hand was reaching down and moving under her dress.  She moved quickly away
from his hand, but he moved with her, and put his hand under her dress
again.  This time he got as far as a thigh before she moved away.

   "Your stairway lies on the whispering wind."

   Jimmy Page's guitar began slashing out chords, and the music was so loud
that the bed was vibrating as he finally succeeded in getting his hand
between Terry's legs.  Then his head jerked up.  He looked over and saw
Ramona staring at him with a strange smile.  He jumped off the bed and ran
to the glass separating them and screamed at her while she smiled back at
him.

   Then Terry slowly slid off the bed and took off his head.  No, not his
head, just his wig.  As he did this, the room was flooded in light.  Ralph
was able to see every pore on Terry's face as he pulled things off his
eyelids and lifted the dress over his head.  When he pulled down his
panties, Ralph saw what had made him scream.  It was hanging straight down,
like a fire hose, and it seemed to go to below Terry's knees.

   Terry looked at him and began talking to him as he pulled off his high
heels.  Ralph clearly saw Terry's ass now.  It was certainly big and round,
but not soft and smooth.  It was full of bulging muscles, just like the
arms and legs that had been hidden under that loose-fitting dress.

   Ralph kept screaming, and now he pointed at Terry as he screamed at
Ramona.  Terry was still talking, but the music was so loud that Ralph
couldn't hear himself scream, much less understand what Terry was saying.
When he stopped screaming to catch his breath, he heard Ramona's voice
above the music.

   "Terry's probably trying to say that he's not a she-male, Ralph," she
said.  "I made him put on the makeup and the dress, but I had to promise
him that when you found out his secret, he could take off the women's
stuff. He's a professional porn actor who does both women and men, and his
specialty is anal.

   "Look how fast he got himself up.  Do you see how long he is now?  And
he's so thick that when I interviewed him, I couldn't even get my hands
around him.  All that is about to go into you, Ralph, but don't worry, I
left plenty of lube for you and Terry under the bed.  Tonight you're
getting an anal memory that I want you to remember always, and I want you
to think of me when you remember.

   "I told Terry that after you made your discovery, he would get a bonus
for each minute he's buried in your ass, so he's going to start chasing you
soon.

   "I'm going to enjoy watching the two of you tonight and many nights in
the future.  The videos are going to show that huge human telephone pole
going into you in all sorts of positions and from lots of angles.  I told
the video girls who will be coming in the room soon that I want close-ups
so close that when he pulls out of you, your open asshole will be as big as
a manhole cover on our 50-inch flat screen.

   "Terry told me he could do you twice if you help him, so after he comes
the first time, you're going to clean his soft penis and remove all the
come, lube and whatever else comes out of your colon that's on there.  I
mean, you'll clean it with your mouth and tongue while his big hands are
holding your balls and ready to squeeze them to motivate you.  After that,
you'll suck him until he's hard again, and then he'll get back into your
ass.  The second time he'll pull his big pole out a lot, to feed you more
of the stuff that sticks to it, and then he'll finish by coming in your
mouth.

   "A friend of mine is going to take all the video and edit it into a
polished masterpiece.  She's discreet, and she's the only one who's going
to know our secret unless -- unless you ever mention anal to me again. 
Each time you bring it up, I'll invite another couple that we know to come
over and see it.  And if I hear even the slightest rumor that you had anal
with anyone else -- office friend, hooker, call girl -- in town or on a
business trip -- I'll put it on the Internet and send links to everyone we
know and all the people at your office.

   "So it looks like tonight may be your only chance for anal the rest of
your life, Ralph.  As you've told me many times, all you have to do is
relax and you'll enjoy it."

   She stopped speaking, and he saw Terry look at him and smiling.  His
giant pole was sticking obscenely straight out, bending just a little from
its tremendous weight.  He started walking around the bed toward Ralph. 
Ralph began running, but without high heels, Terry was able to make large
strides with his rippling leg muscles.

   "Purple Haze" was blasting as Ralph felt a hand grab his shorts and
start pulling him back.  He leaned forward and kept scrambling as the
shorts came off in Terry's hand.  His briefs came off the same way, and
then he felt a hand reaching up between his legs, lifting him in the air
and throwing him on the bed.

   He looked over at Ramona.  She had a wild expression on her face as she
stared at him and Terry.  It looked like she had a hand under her dress. 
He saw the door opening, and two women came into the room carrying video
cameras.
   He screamed and screamed, but nobody heard him.  

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