But there was one thing more powerful than my love of Wonder Woman — my 21-year-old dick — so we fucked.
... sometimes you are reminded of the first sip, and sometimes you find something new, but every time you get closer to its truth. Its essence.
A part of me — not my ass, particularly — would normally find this sort of chauvinism deplorable. Still, somewhere between traumatizing-sexual-encounter and needing-attention-from-men my indignation evaporates.
The dance floor pulsates and the air is electric. Muscular ebony bodies — bare chests out — draped in gold chains, gyrate like sex gods. Have I died and gone to heaven?