The Big Book of Orgasms is set to release soon (yay!) so now is a good time to give you a peek at my story from Rachel Kramer Bussel’s anthology:
His name was Flynn, and he’d been giving her come fuck me eyes all night.
Ruby had flirted with her share of musicians and she’d been to bed with most of them. The bodhran drummer in who had come all the way from Dublin, the classical guitar player from Vancouver, the lead singers of a half-dozen local bands: Ruby’s bed was as diverse as the small stage at Consequences.
It wasn’t that she had a thing for musicians. There was just an element of fantasy and anonymity to it all. At night she was just some smoky-eyed hostess who, some would discover, wore black stockings under her long skirt. She ceased to be Ruby Monroe, who worked in an office for eight hours a day before coming to her night job.
She had no story and neither did they. There was just the now: the intake of breath, the pinch of teeth, the hard and the wet coming together.
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