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About the author:
Anna P. is the pseudonym for a female tech executive in California’s Silicon Valley.
What inspired you to write your book?
"Seeking Ecstasy (an erotic memoir)" is a book that chronicles my awakening to anal sex, which became my sex act of choice. But it's also a romance. I never forgot my first anal lover – I was obsessed with him for nearly 20 years. He shaped my sexuality. I don't regret that. But I did do a lot of things I'm ashamed of. And my book doesn't sugar-coat any of it.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I like it in the ass.
Let’s clarity that: I love it in the ass. Anal sex transports me to heaven. For me there’s nothing better than a big cock stretching me open and filling me. Sometimes I’m picky about who it belongs to and sometimes I’m not. It’s always nice when it’s someone I love, but that’s been rare in my life. So instead of love I go with down and dirty. At least I come at the end of it.
Am I an addict? Maybe. But you won’t find me joining any twelve-step programs designed to keep me from bending over and taking it in the back door. I’ve found my path to ecstasy—and I don’t mind taking risks either. The risk factor always makes it so much better. It’s not that I’m promiscuous. I’ve probably had less sex partners than the average female in my age group. Most of my sexual relationships have been with an regular partner, though there have been exceptions. Yet here I am, alive and well and telling my sordid little tale.
Having a cock in my ass isn’t some side dish to the main course. And it’s not an appetizer or dessert either. For me it is the main course. My pussy isn’t open for business. Other than having my clit employed as a pleasure-giving mechanism, I’m not interested. Pussies are overrated, especially for those of us who have one. Of course guys go crazy for them. They would, since they’re getting most of the pleasure out of using them. Though they definitely enjoy the other hole just as much, if not more. Trust me, I know.
If I sound world-weary and cynical, I didn’t start out this way. I used to have my fairytale fantasies too. I let men control these fantasies until their fantasies became my fantasies—and they became so much darker and dirtier than I ever imagined. I immersed myself in them, drowning in the filth of a man’s mind. It shocks me to look back at my life, the things I did and the things I let men do to me. But these things have made me into who I am today. I’m happy with how it’s turned out. The seeking, the degradation, the shame and yes, the sadness—they’ve led me to this moment when I can tell my story and know that at the end of it, I have finally found joy.