SECTION THREE 

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COLUMN 116, APRIL 1, 2005
(Copyright 2003 The Blacklisted Journalist)

RUN-IN

WARNING!  FOR ADULTS ONLY!  PERSONS NOT YET 18 YEARS OF AGE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO READ THIS STORY.

[Tsaurah Litzky is a poet and writer of fiction, non fiction and erotica. We call her America's queen of erotic literature. Susie Bright, editor of the yearly Best American Erotica books, calls her "Miss Dirty Stories." Tsaurah's work has appeared in Best American Erotica 95, 97, 99, 2001, 2002 and 2003. She has also been published in Penthouse, LONGSHOT, The Unbearables, Crimes of the Beats, Appearances, Downtown Poets, The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry, Pink Pages, Beet and many other books and periodicals. Her poetry books include Kamikaze Lover (Appearances 1999), Good Bye Beautiful Mother (Low Tech Press 2001) and Baby on the Water (Longshot, 2003). Formerly a columnist for the now defunct New York arts weekly Downtown, she now teaches erotic writing and literature at the New School University. ]

My ex-husband grew up on a farm. Once he bragged to me he learned to do it so good from watching the animals. When the hog mounted the sow, he said, the hog was an unstoppable force. 

"But I'm not a pig,? I protested.

"Yes, you are," he told me, "You are a pig for me."

It was true. All day when he was at work, I hungered for his cock, at night I feasted on it. With my mouth I sucked and nibbled it, with my cunt I swallowed it up again and again. After we split, I did not want his cock meat or any other part of him; or so I told myself.  Still, four years later, I find myself dreaming that he is moving inside me, then in the morning I wake with my hands between my legs.    

When I ran into him last Friday on Broadway in front of Dean and De Luca's, he didn't look like a farm boy. I hadn't seen him since he moved to back to Canada. He was wearing a black leather jacket that had to be expensive and black velvet slacks. I wondered if he was dealing drugs again, but I wasn't going to ask.

His first question to me was, "Are you still with Fred? 

I told him, "Yes, of course," lying like Pinocchio, and then I quickly changed the subject.

"What brings you down here?? I asked.

"I have a show coming up at Castelli's," he answered. I wondered if he was making the show up to impress me, but I didn't ask him the dates or any of the particulars. I was distracted because my nipples had suddenly hardened into sharp little spikes. He still had that effect on me.    

"You and Fred happy?? he asked.

"Ecstatic," I answered. I didn't ell him how I had taught Fred to replicate all his farmboy moves.  Then my ex went on:

"I heard your novel was published. Am I in it?? 

I told him, "Absolutely not, It's a fantasy, total fantasy."

The truth was he was on every page.

 "Listen," he said, "If you're not in a hurry, let's have a drink, for old-time's sake. We could go to


A drink for
old-time's
sake


Fanelli's. Is Larry still working there??

"No thanks, why should I have a drink with you, " I said, "and Larry's been gone for ages."

I started to walk away. He came after me.

"Come on, what are you frightened of?? he asked. I was walking a shaky tightrope suspended over a bottomless pit. I fell.

"O.k.," I said.

Fanelli's was packed, four deep at the bar. Many of the patrons were already looped, talking loudly, wild eyed.

'the Evil Empire is upon us," bellowed an old gent with bushy gray hair.

"Yeah, sure, but Luke Skywalker is dead," cried his friend, a too-skinny guy wearing dark glasses.

My ex made it to the bar and got drinks. We pushed our way to the back of the room where we found a narrow place to stand by the long counter opposite the bathroom.      

We put down our drinks and stood facing each other.  The crowd pressed in on us, forcing me so close to him our bodies were touching. His jacket was open and my tits brushed against his chest. My nipples were still hard, so hard I wondered if he could feel them through the fabric of his shirt. My body always speaks true at the same time that it betrays me.

We drank our beers and looked at each other. A big brunette came out of the bathroom, wearing a low cut scoop neck sweater. The tops of her fleshy white knockers were visible down to the rosy nipple. He did not even glance at her titties; he was looking so intently at me, his mouth open slightly. I could see his thick pink tongue glistening, the tongue that had licked my every inch, even between my toes, even my stinky little back hole.

I could not resist the dark force of desire growing within me.  I reached my hand out, grabbed the waistband of his pants and just pulled him behind me the few steps right into the bathroom. I turned and locked the door. The small bathroom was designed for one person at a time with only a commode and a sink.

I stood in front of the sink, took off my coat and dropped it on the floor. I bent over, hiked my skirt up in the back. It was he who pulled my tights and panties down to my knees.

"Bend over, bend over more," he said. I grabbed the sink for balance, bent over more and shut my eyes. I heard the sound of a zipper opening, then his hands were on my ass, cradling, stoking, showing me he remembered ass play always drove me wild. Then one hand moved down and around, until his fingers found my clit and circled it, milking it twisting it. His other hand went to my nether lips, pulling them wide. And then he was inside; it was the perfect fit, like always the hog and the pig.

Like the little oinker I am, I started to squeal and came immediately.  

"Can I let go inside you?? he asked "I don't have a condom."

Neither did I. I felt just like saying go ahead, so much did I want his white fire inside me, but then he said, "No, I better pull out, we have to protect Fred." 

Good old Fred, I thought. I felt the hog twitch and swell deep in my belly; maybe he was going to come inside me anyway. He was grunting hard, uh, uh, uh, but he slid out just in time and shot all over my ass. He rubbed it in with his big hands. It felt like heaven.

I stood, pulled up my panties and tights. I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was all standing up as if I had been electrocuted. 

There was a loud pounding on the door.

"What are you doing in there?? a shrill voice   called out. "No getting high in the bathroom."

I put my coat back on and he put himself back into his pants and zipped up. When we went out, the three women standing on line looked at us furiously.                                         

Our beer mugs, now nearly empty, were still on the counter. Let me get us a refill, " he said.

"No," I told him, " I better get home."

"Home," he echoed in a bitter tone, "home."     

"Well, um good luck with your show." I said.  I turned quickly. I couldn't bear to look at him, and made my way through the crowd and out the door. ##  


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