Page 43 of The Fed Sex Man

“Shoved it right up there.” She took a sip of coffee. “It was awesome.”

My brows raised in wonder. “He stuck his tongue in your butt?”

“My mouth, my pussy, and my butt.” She raised her cup as if toasting the declaration. “In that order.”

“So, what did you think?”

“About him? I like him. At least he had the guts to be honest with me before we started. I admired that.”

“No. About having him, you know, tongue your butt.”

“It was freaking awesome. He’s got a talented tongue. It was a great way to end the night.”

“What about him ‘being honest’?

“Huh?”

“You said he had the guts to be honest before you started.”

“Oh Yeah. He said, ‘This is going to be sex. That’s all.’ I respected that. Most guys would lead you on, making you think it was going to be more than that. When a guy says nothing, women believe less is more. Me included.”

I wondered where Tyson and I stood. I assumed he liked me, but now wondered if I’d fallen trap to the less is more trick.

I shrugged. “At least he’s honest.”

She closed her eyes and forced a dramatic sigh before meeting my gaze. “He’s honest and his dick is perfect.”

Honesty was a must-have quality for any man that was going to be a permanent fixture in my life. I laughed out loud about the dick comment, though. “A perfect dick? You’re walking like you went horseback riding for a week.”

“I feel like someone shoved a telephone pole up my ass.”

“You didn’t let him—”

“I did.”

“In the butt?”

She raised her cup. “Oh, yeah.”

There was no way his dick was as big as Tyson’s. The thought of getting butt-fucked scared me to death. “Compare it to something.”

“I told you. Having a telephone pole shoved up my ass.”

“No.” I chuckled. “His dick. Compare it to something.”

She shrugged. “An arm.”

“Arms come in all sizes. What kind of an arm?”

She gazed into her cup of coffee for a moment, and then looked up. “You know those steak and cheese things that sit under the heat lamp at Circle-K, beside the hot dogs?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s thicker than that, but not as thick as a zucchini squash. It’s so long that when he was on top of me, it felt like the tip of it was bumping against the bottom of my heart.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow is right.”