Josh’s eyes widened, but he took his designated seat without protest.
I snapped on the bedside lamp and switched off the overhead. The room was bathed in a mellow, golden light. The perfect setting for a tale of long ago. I took my place by the edge of the bed, well out of his reach. “I’m going to tell you a story. And you’re going to listen well, because there will be a test at the end. The title of this story is . . .” I hesitated, then said the first thing that popped into my mind. “It’s called ‘The Story of My Ass.’”
Josh immediately burst into laughter, but I could hardly reprimand him. I had to laugh, too. But I’d have him back where I wanted him soon enough. I turned around and bent over the bed, displaying what every lover I’d ever had acknowledged as a most impressive view.
“Yes, Josh, this is the story of my ass, but it’s about you, too. What did you think the first time you saw it? Did you find your eyes drawn to it like a magnet? Did you wonder what it looked like when I took my clothes off? Did you imagine cradling the bare, warm cheeks in your big paws?”
I looked back over my shoulder. Josh’s smile had faded. He was staring at my ass as if it were the only thing in the whole wide world.
I twirled around and scooted up onto the mattress, my legs chastely crossed. “I know it’s almost impossible to believe a sweet-faced, flat-chested girl would have such a big, bouncy ass, but I bet you were having lots of sexy thoughts about things you wanted to do to it—weren’t you, you bad, bad boy?”
Josh flashed me a guilty look and averted his gaze.
“I used to hate my ass.”
My tone was suddenly different—lower, huskier. I felt more naked before him than ever before. I swallowed and soldiered on.
“I absolutely hated it. As far back as I can remember, it felt too big. My mother promised I’d balance out when I developed, but my top never grew. My ass just got wider and rounder. When all is said and done, I wear a 34A bra and size 14 jeans. A fairy child on top, an earth mother below. I’ve learned how to tailor my own clothes at least. And the “big butt” jokes? I’ve heard them all. ‘Hey, Ellie, pull up a chair—or two.’ ‘If only you could take half of your bottom and put it on top, you’d have the perfect figure.’ Ha, ha, ha.”
Josh didn’t laugh along with me this time.
“The magazines were always full of tips to make myself over. I studied all the eating plans to whittle my hips down, guaranteed to melt the fat only in certain spots. As if. I learned all the right exercises for buns of steel, and I memorized fashion tricks to flatter a pear-shaped figure. But whatever I did, my ass stayed exactly the same, defiant and determined to be herself. Now I realize that she’s the true heroine of my tale.”
The pun got a gentle smile from Josh, but his eyes were still serious. I could tell he was really listening. Maybe he would pass the test?
“Then, one day, I decided to try something radical. Instead of trying to hide my ass behind skirts and baggy tunics, I decided to accept and even celebrate my natural shape. I’d do my best to eat healthy and be strong, but I was going to love myself for who I am. So I bought tight jeans that hugged my curves and pretty leather belts that rode on my hips and made me feel sexy. I walked down the street like I was proud of my ass, and soon, I was. Because once I stopped hating my ass, I discovered something very interesting. In spite of all those models with flat little bums in the magazines, real men out in the real world couldn’t keep their eyes away from my asset. They were positively enchanted. And you know what, Josh? I like it. I like it when their gaze is glued to my skintight jeans. I like it when they look all bashful when I catch them staring. I even like it when an old man at the reception desk in a country motel drools over my curves because it makes him feel young again. Every time I bend over and wiggle my ass at them, it’s a victory. And I’m not going to give up that hard-won pleasure ever—for you, or anyone else. I will never be ashamed of my ass again.”
I paused and looked straight at Josh. He was taking it all in, lips parted, eyes soft. I realized I was glad I had the courage to say these things.
“But I can assure you of this, my dear,” I continued. “Only you will have the privilege of truly knowing my magnificent, womanly ass. Only you can stroke the soft, smooth cheeks, probe the sensitive furrow with your fingertip to make me purr in ecstasy. Only you have earned the right to lick me there—or maybe, someday, to make love to me in that virgin place. But other men—and women—may stare and dream to their hearts’ content. Those are our terms. Will you accept them?”
Josh pressed his lips together in a half-smile and nodded. My eyes dropped to his lap. The story of my ass, I was glad to note, had made his cock very hard.
“Good. We’re in agreement. So now it’s time for the test. Or rather the apology.”
Josh leaned forward in the chair. “I am sorry, Ellie. I didn’t understand how . . .”
“No, not that kind of apology. I want you to apologize to my ass in a language she can appreciate.”
I turned around and swiveled my hips sinuously.
“I think I can do that,” Josh replied in a thick voice.
I must give Josh credit for what happened next, because he clearly had been taking careful notes on my story. He walked over and fell to his knees beside me.
Bending close to my ass cheeks, he said in a low, confidential tone, “Thank you for that. Now I’m going to tell you my side of the story.”
He put a warm hand on my buttock. I let out a soft sigh.
“The truth is that I’ve been in awe of you ever since we met. Ellie is so petite and girlish from the front, but the moment I caught sight of you, I was smitten. You’re so round and full and, well, blatantly sexual. As if you’re advertising, in no uncertain terms, that this sweet woman has a carnal side; that she loves sex and sensual indulgence. Even while I was talking to Ellie, trying to impress her and get her to like me, I was thinking of what I wanted to do to you. To slip those tight jeans off over your flesh; to stroke and pet and jiggle you in my hands.” Here Josh began to stroke my cheeks lightly, sending sparks through my flesh with his fingertips. “And I know this is dirty, but I wanted to press my nose against your softness and smell you, too. Sweet skin and earthy, secret, female fragrance. I wanted to lick your fleshy globes all over like an ice-cream cone.”
My ass was very much enjoying Josh’s story, if the wave of sexual heat flooding my backside was any indication. As for the rest of me, my breasts were tingling, my lips leaked a series of moans, and my pussy was drooling in envy at the mention of all that stroking and petting and licking.
“May I show you all the ways I love and honor you now?” Josh whispered to my ass.
My bottom jerked up and out in invitation.
Josh reached around and unbuckled my belt, pulling it slowly through the loops.
“Now I’m going to undress you and look at you all bare,” Josh murmured.
I began to tremble as he unzipped my jeans and eased them down over my hips to my knees. I was so wet, I was sure he could smell my desire.
“Let’s get rid of these, too,” he said, grabbing my damp bikinis and yanking them down to nest in the jeans. The cool air licked my sweaty flesh.
“There you are, just the way I like you best. The most beautiful, luscious, naked ass in the universe. I’m going to kiss you all over now. To show you I know this pleasure is a privilege you bestow on me.”
Josh must have wet his lips, because the first touch on my skin felt like hot liquid. I moaned and pressed my face into the mattress. He did honor me all over, slowly, with open-mouthed, tongue-wet kisses. In the meantime his hand crept between my legs to strum my clit the way only he could do. I crushed the comforter between my fingers, nearly sobbing from the dual stimulation.
My fiancé’s breath was ragged now. “And while we’re making confessions, it makes me terribly jealous to watch other men stare at you, because I know exactly what they’re thinking. But it also makes me want to fuck my beloved Ellie
in the worst way. I’m dying to do it now. And so I humbly ask permission to fondle you while I fuck Ellie’s pussy. And maybe, if you’re amenable, I can make love to you on our honeymoon.”
I jumped as if I’d been shocked with electricity. Getting fucked in the ass for the first time on my wedding night—oh, lord, the very thought made me incredibly hot.
“Yes, oh, god, fuck my ass on our honeymoon, and fuck my pussy now, please,” I babbled.
Josh stood and unzipped. One hand continued to draw soft circles on my buttock while the other pressed his cock head to my swollen, weeping nether lips. He pushed all the way in. We both groaned.
“Touch your clit, Ellie. Touch your own clit so I can stand here and rub your ass while I fuck you. I’m staring at your beautiful ass. It’s so big and full and beautiful, just staring at it is going to make me come. I’ll bet those men on the street are so turned on, they come in their pants from just staring at your magnificent ass.”
I whimpered as my secret muscles spasmed around him. Josh had my number, all right. He knew that nasty image would push me over the edge. Dozens of strangers on the street staring so hungrily, so helpless in their lust for my glorious derriere, their hard-ons would erupt right in their fancy business trousers and spurt a white, gooey mess in their jeans. Even the old grandpa at the front desk was jizzing in his pants at the memory of my ass bent over the hot tub—his first good, hard come in twenty years.
Josh grabbed my hips firmly with both hands and began to thrust in earnest. One, two, three, and I was over the top. I howled my release into the mattress, jamming my ass back against his groin with each contraction. He emptied himself into me with a deep, guttural cry.
The orange glow of the neon pumpkin seeped through the curtains as we snuggled together under the quilt afterward. Cinderella’s Coach House had indeed delivered everything I’d fantasized about: an encounter with a passionate stranger, the revelation of a hidden secret self, skull-shatteringly luscious sex. But the best part, I had to admit, as Josh’s hands cupped my ass so reverently and lovingly, was the very happy end to it all.
About the Contributors
April Flores (fattyd.com) is a “muse, erotic performer, and model,” but that’s not even scratching the surface. A fearless BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) adult film star with scarlet hair, Flores is a proponent of the queer community, a feminist, a sex-positive activist, an outspoken advocate of body diversity, a glamorous art model, an avid kink fan, and an all-around powerful woman. She might aptly be called inspirational, fat, fierce, and fabulous. The flame-haired vixen of the new porn order is one of the most striking examples of the new sexy, from her work as a BBW star to her unrepentant feminism and her body-positive smashing of stereotypes. April has graced the covers of Bizarre and AVN magazines, among others. She has modeled for dozens of fine-art photographers and has been featured in over ten fine-art photography books. She has appeared in countless adult films in every genre of the porn industry (from mainstream to queer to kinky to artsy) and has spoken out about body image through her mere presence and powerful sexuality, as well as through her activism. April lives and creates in Los Angeles with her husband, artist Carlos Batts.
Arlette Brand has been writing erotica for fifteen years, but only for the entertainment of herself and her lovers. This is her first try at publication. She lives in New York City, where she works in a corporate environment that is decidedly unsexy—most of the time.
Tenille Brown is a shoe-shopping, wine-drinking, southern writer whose erotica has been published online and in over thirty print anthologies, including Fast Girls, Making the Hook-Up, Iridescence, F Is for Fetish, and Best Bondage Erotica 2011. She blogs at thestep pingstone.blogspot.com and tweets @TheRealTenille.
Award winning author Angela Caperton writes eclectic erotica that challenges genre conventions. Her stories have been published by Black Lace and eBury Publishing, Cleis, Circlet, Coming Together, Drollerie, eXtasy, Renaissance, Side Real Press, Xcite, and in the indie magazine Out of the Gutter. Visit blog.angelaca-perton. com for a full list of her books and to read her ongoing erotica horror serial, “Woman of His Dreams.”
Elizabeth Coldwell lives and writes in London. Her stories have appeared in anthologies published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Xcite Books, and Total-E-Bound, among many others. She can be found at elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com, and she happily admits to liking her food—and her big sportsmen.
Justine Elyot started writing for fun in 2006 and had her first story published by Black Lace in 2009. Since then, she has produced two books, numerous novellas, and a ridiculous number of short stories for publishers including Black Lace, Cleis Press, Xcite Books, Total E-Bound, and Noble Romance. Justine loves to communicate with her readers and can be found at justineelyot.com.
Isabelle Gray’s work appears in many anthologies, including Fast Girls; Please, Sir; and Yes, Ma’am. She also has many tattoos.
A. M. Hartnett published her first erotic short in 2006. She lives in Atlantic Canada and has set most of her work in this locale. For more information on her publications, visit www.amhartnett.com.
Louise Hooker graduated from the University of North Alabama with a degree in English. Her work has appeared in the University of North Alabama’s literary magazine, Emerald Tales magazine (volume 2, issue 3), the Wicked Bag of Horror Tales anthology, and an anthology entitled Silver Moon, Bloody Bullets: An Anthology of Werewolf Tails. When she’s not writing, she’s . . . well, actually, she’s always writing.
In addition to writing, Jessica Lennox enjoys playing poker, discussing psychology and gender theory, and reading books. Jessica’s erotic stories can be found in Spank!; Where the Girls Are: Urban Lesbian Erotica; Hurts So Good: Unrestrained Erotica; Rubber Sex; and Best Women’s Erotica 2008.
Lolita Lopez writes deliciously naughty romantic and erotic tales for various publishers. When not writing, she’s hanging out with her kiddo, loving on her husband, or chasing after their big, blubbering Great Dane, Bosley. You can find Lo’s latest news and releases at www.lolitalopez.com.
Sommer Marsden is the author of Hard Lessons, Learning to Drown, Base Nature, and Lucky 13, among others. Her work has appeared in over a hundred erotica anthologies as well as numerous places online. She is currently working on her second zombie book, and there is a free online novel in progress on her blog, at SommerMarsden.blogspot.com.
Gwen Masters has seen hundreds of her short stories published in print and online, and her erotic novels have been translated into half a dozen languages. When she’s not writing smut, she is diving into research on interesting yet obscure topics, hopping a plane every few weeks, and masquerading as a serious news journalist. She splits her time between a home on the Georgia coast and a little place on the outskirts of Philadelphia.
Evan Mora is a feisty femme living in Toronto with the curvy butch girl of her dreams. Her stories of love and lust have appeared in numerous anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2009 and 2012; and Best Lesbian Romance 2009, 2010, and 2012; Girl Crush; Girl Fever; and The Harder She Comes: Butch Femme Erotica.
Nina Reyes is a freelance writer who still blushes over the thought of writing erotica, despite the fact that she suspects she will do it for the rest of her life. When she’s not delving into human sexuality, she studies dance and art and tries not to kill houseplants.
Donna George Storey is the author of Amorous Woman, a steamy novel about an American woman’s love affair with Japan. Her short fiction has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including Dirty Girls, Penthouse, and Best Women’s Erotica. Read more of her work at www.DonnaGeorgeStorey.com.
When Satia Welsh is not completely immersed in the world of erotica, you can find her playing with her two-year-old lab mix or talking with her best friend over the phone. She lives in southern Michigan with the man who is the love of her life.
Salome Wilde and Talon Rihai have cowritten hundreds of thousands of words of pansexual erotica but have only recently begun to p
ublish it. Their erotic teamwork can also be found in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s anthology Anything for You.
Kristina Wright (kristinawright.com) is an author, college instructor, and editor of the Cleis Press anthologies Fairy Tale Lust, Dream Lover, Steamlust, and Best Erotic Romance 2012. Her erotic fiction has appeared in over eighty anthologies. She lives in Virginia with her family and spends a lot of time in coffee shops.
About the Editor
Rachel Kramer Bussel (rachelkramerbussel.com) is a New York–based author, editor, and blogger. She has edited more than thirty books of erotica, including Dirty Girls: Erotica for Women; Orgasmic; Women in Lust; Fast Girls; Bondage Erotica, 2011 and 2012; Gotta Have It; Obsessed; Women in Lust; Surrender; Orgasmic; Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories; Spanked; Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, 1 and 2; Smooth; Passion; The Mile High Club; Do Not Disturb; Tasting Him; Tasting Her; Please, Sir; Please, Ma’am; He’s on Top; She’s on Top; Caught Looking; Hide and Seek; Crossdressing; and Rubber Sex. She is Best Sex Writing series editor and winner of six IPPY (Independent Publisher) awards. Her work has been published in more than one hundred anthologies.
Rachel serves as senior editor at Penthouse Variation, wrote the popular “Lusty Lady” column for the Village Voice, and is a sex columnist for SexisMagazine.com. She has written for AVN, Bust, Cleansheets.com, Curve, The Daily Beast, Fresh Yarn, TheFrisky .com, Gothamist, Huffington Post, Jezebel, Mediabistro, Newsday, New York Post, Penthouse, Playgirl, Radar, The Root, Salon, San Francisco Chronicle, Time Out New York, xoJane and Zink, among others. She has appeared on The Martha Stewart Show, Berman & Berman, New York One, and Showtime’s Family Business. She hosted the popular In the Flesh erotic reading series (inthefleshreadingseries .com) and speaks at conferences, does readings, and teaches erotic-writing workshops across the country. She blogs at lustylady .blogspot.com and cupcakestakethecake.blogspot.com. Read more about curves and sex at curvygirlsbook.com.
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