Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel (Free Excerpt)

Free excerpt from Baby Got Back

New anal erotica anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel

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“Rectified” by Tiffany Reisz

“I…” she began and paused, deciding if she really wanted to be one of those people who told her life story to a stranger. Yes was the answer. Today. Yes. “I have severe endometriosis. I am twenty-seven years old and have been trying to have sex for ten years. Never had it without pain. And today the doctors—a whole team of them—stuck their fingers in me and said surgery was the only way to rectify things. Why have surgery to have good sex if I’ve never had good sex and don’t even know if it’s worth it?”

Brad brought her hand to his lips for a quick kiss.

“That is a sad story. So what’s the book for?”

“This? They said I should try some different positions. I don’t think they believed me when I told them I’ve tried them all.”

“Anal?”

She nodded. “A couple times in college. Didn’t go well.”

“Did it hurt?”

“He didn’t know what he was doing. Another fail.”

“I don’t know if this will convince you to stop crying into sex books and come back to my place with me but…”

“But what?” She let him pull her closer, close enough she could smell the cedar scent of his soap and see the smile that lurked at the corner of his lips.

“But…I know what I’m doing.” He said the words with confidence bordering on arrogance and with such an intimate gleam in his eyes that Lela couldn’t stem the tide of images his words conjured. The thought of a man inside her without her body seizing with pain?

“I’ve never gone to bed with a man I just met.”

“No wonder you’re crying in the bookstore.”

“You won’t think less of me?” She smiled at him.

“The only women I judge for their sexual choices are the women who turn me down. All none of them.”

“I’d hate to break your streak.”

“Then don’t.”

“It probably won’t work, you know? I’m warning you right now.”

“I’ll probably have you screaming from pleasure in under an hour. I’m warning you right now. Say yes.”

Lela laughed. Might as well. It was the least she could do for her poor vagina after all she’d put it through today.

“Yes.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

“I have to buy this first. I got it wet.”

“Trust me. Female tears are the least of the body fluids on this book.” He took it and shoved it onto the shelf while Lela made a mental note to wash her hands thoroughly at Brad’s place.

They grabbed a taxi and spent the twenty-minute ride whispering abbreviated life stories to each other. Lela Moore, well-paid actuary, single, no kids, no hope. Brad Wolfe—he swore it was his real name—ex-wife, no kids, just a club he treated like his baby.

“What kind of club?”

“The best kind,” he said and gave her a wolfish smile.

The club turned out to be exactly what she’d imagined. Black walls, ornate staircases, many rooms with closed doors.

“Sex club?” she asked as he escorted her inside.

“Kink club. We cater to all the fetishes here.”

“Is ‘terrified of sex’ a fetish?”

“It’s a damn shame, is what that is.” Brad led her up the central staircase to a room at the end of a second-floor hallway.

He opened the door to a bedroom that appeared to have been lifted from a nineteenth-century house of ill repute. Seemed an appropriate setting for some behavior of ill repute. “Let’s get you over that, shall we?”

“If you can do it, you’re a miracle worker.”

“I can do it if you’ll let me. You’ve gotta trust me though.”

He opened an ebony cabinet inlaid with ivory and pulled out a flogger.

“Okay, you weren’t kidding about the flogging thing?”

“I never kid about floggings. You say you’re afraid of pain during sex. Fine. Let’s get the pain out of the way first so you can focus on the sex.”

“Are you—”

Brad strode to Lela and looked down at her. The move emphasized the height disparity. She wasn’t short. Not at all. But he was so big she felt tiny in comparison and rather hated to admit how much she liked that.

“Lela…I know…what…I…am doing…” He said each word slowly and punctuated the sentence with a kiss. A long kiss, a slow kiss, a deep kiss that said even more than his words that he knew what he was doing.

“I believe you.”

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