Twist Ending

You'd leave here a woman, ready to fuck anything or anyone that struck your fancy. And you'd owe it all to me, because I'd helped you awaken your sensuality. Years from now, you'd still be lying in bed at nights, masturbating yourself as you remembered how great it had been here with me." "Are you a mind reader?" I asked. "That's exactly how I do feel about you! My God, B.E. I mean, even if you are an alcoholic and kinda older than I am, do you think that maybe we…" "Definitely not," he cut in. "If I ever see you again, I'll call the police and have myself locked away from temptation. So where was I? Yes, I'd fill out the story with a twist ending. Something clever and unexpected. Not unpleasant, but a twist all the same." "What kind of a twist?" I wondered, but he was downing his drink, and when he put down the glass, it was to grab me for some kissing that led to my very first asshole fucking. All in all, my trip to Columbus was time well spent. When I caught the bus to Albany next morning, my only problem was how to get rid of my shit-eating grin before I got home ...»