Karma Sutra Part 1...

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The Butterfly, Cowgirl, Missionary, Doggy. Leigh flipped page after page after page in the sex position manual, and grew more and more depressed with every picture that greeted her. All of them.

She'd done every single last position in the book. Tears of frustration burned her eyes. She blinked rapidly.

She blinked rapidly to dispel them, but one escaped and landed in the center of a lotus position sex diagram. Damn it. She hastily wiped off the tear, but it had already left a watermark.

Now, she had to buy the stupid thing. I've seen women crying into books before, but it's usually over the fiction section, came a voice from behind her. Turning around, Leila came to face.

Turning around, Leigh came face to chest with a man over six feet tall. Craning her neck, she found his face rather close to the ceiling than her own, and discovered that it was a handsome face, and the man was smiling kindly at her. The nonfiction is depressing enough for me.

The man cocked his head to the side and gave her a searching look. She should have been embarrassed getting caught by a man as she wept into a sex position manual, but after spending an hour in stirrups today as a parade of doctors prodded her around her vagina, but after spending an hour in stirrups today as a parade of doctors prodded her vagina, cervix and uterus, the tattered remains of her dignity had packed its bags and headed west. He coughed softly, and Leigh noticed he'd extended his hand.

Quickly pulling herself together, she tucked the book under her arm and shook his hand. Jack. Leigh.

I'm a mess. She found his grip oddly comforting and didn't pull her fingers back from him. Hi, Leigh.

Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or do I have to spend the rest of my life wondering why a beautiful woman was weeping over 101 perfect nights? I mean, it's no Kama Sutra, but it has a happy ending. Lots of them.

He meant the words as a joke, but Leigh couldn't laugh. No happy ending for me, she leaned tiredly against the bookcase. Jack squeezed her hand a little tighter.

She should have been scared of a man so big, built like a rugby player, dressed like a stock trader, and hanging out in the sex section of a bookstore. But something in his eyes made her trust him a little, and she needed to talk, had to talk. A stranger seemed better suited than a friend.

No happy ending. Jack crossed his arms over his broad chest. He had salt-and-pepper hair, but looked no more than 40.

Every story should have a happy ending. Well, every story should have a happy ending. Every story should have a happy ending.

Well, any story that has you in a bed in it. You're hitting on me. Leigh smiled for the first time today.

I'm flirting with you. I have the floggers back home when you want me to hit on you. Leigh raised an eyebrow at him.

God, it would be nice to just spend a day in bed with a man like this. Sexy, confident, and kinky too. But she knew it would end the way it always ended.

Pain, tears, apologies. I appreciate it. My ego needs all the help it can get, but I promise I would be a waste of effort.

I refuse to believe that, Leigh. Tell me what's wrong. If you're not going to flirt back, the least you can do for my ego is to tell me why.

She wrinkled up her face in embarrassment. It's disgusting. Time of the month? Not disgusting.

Easy to work around. If only 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. Yes was the answer.

Today, yes. I have. ..

I have severe endometriosis. I'm 27 years old and I've been trying to have sex for 10 years. Never had it without pain.

And today the doctors, a whole team of them, stuck their fingers in me and said that 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 what it's worth? Jack brought her hand up 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. Ain't I? She nodded.

A couple of 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 and to 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 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 Lee couldn't stem the tides of images his words conjured. The thought of a man inside her without her body seizing without 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 turned me down. All, none of them. I'd hate to break your streak.

Then don't. It probably won't work now, you know. I'm warning you right now.