I only knew it was Anne, Anne Sexton, and though I didn’t know much about her at the time, just her name alone exuded a sexuality we ached for. So I... followed the line of English Majors, wannabe poets and others to listen to her speak and read. In a small auditorium she read a poem to Dr. Y, talked of her books Live or Die and Love Poems and then read ‘That Awful Rowing Toward God.’ From the nods of the people surrounding me I could tell it was good, for me it was simply incredible. Of course. Standing for what seems to be an eternity, reality defines it as just moments, slowly in a trance like state, quietly, methodically, walking towards your beautiful feminine figure, my eyes scouring your silk like black straight hair, you sense my movement and presence with acceptance, and contentment that I am now within the room with you, you continue looking out the window fixated on Manilas city scape with the sunset bouncing around, the afternoon sunlight dances on your hair, skin and eyes.. She didn't have to have the pillowy tits that heaved as she rolled onto her hands and knees, or to have that magnificent, heart-shaped ass begging to be fucked.And the demon had control over her body. Jezebel was female because that was the sex she enjoyed being. But she had dabbled as a male. For angel's, their sex was set. They couldn't change it. That would be against the rules.Demons loved to break the rules.Jezebel stroked her clit as she shaped her the nub. It sprouted, growing thick and. “So, are you glad you chose to stay?” Melanie asked her sister with a hint of irony in her voice. Nicole could already feel the warm piss entering her asshole. She was already packed with a freshwater enema and had to hold it a few minutes longer before she’d be permitted to squirt it back out.“I made a choice,” Nicole sighed. “Who is to say if I walked down the road the next nice old man to give me a lift wasn’t a serial killer?” she said as she prepared herself for her son’s inevitable wrath.