BABY GOT BACK: ANAL EROTICA is an anthology full of hot reads. There is just about every match you could think of in it. From women and men to threesomes and all that comes in between. Not every story is for every reader but I would be hard pressed to find a story that disappointed. Each of these short stories pulls the reader into their world and entertains you as it titillates you. Whether you have explored the idea of anal sex or not you will enjoy this anthology. These stories are great visits into other and sometimes more daring worlds. I am always excited to see an anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel as I know that I will find a book full of great stories and I have yet to be disappointed.
I enjoyed reading about so many different scenarios and so many characters, from a sub and her Dom, a cafe, a husband and wife and so many more. I found each story to be well written and engrossing. Some stories are more intense than others but each one pulled me in. Sometimes it is nice to be able to read a hot story in one sitting. Once in a while we need that taste of the naughty side to tide us over. I got to find new authors as well as reading some familiar ones in this anthology. I found some stories that had me thinking about their worlds after I finished my visit to them. I was glad that these stories and their characters are so well written and are not just smut. There are twenty three stories in BABY GOT BACK and each one grabbed my attention, some more than others. Kink is a theme in many of the stories but with an anthology about this topic how could it not? This is a great collection of erotica. I know I found a few more authors that I will be looking for more from.
Baby Got Back is a stimulating set of page-turning stories
of anal fun. Rachel Kramer Bussel has edited some of the
bestselling erotica books in the business and this is her
first book devoted to all manner of backdoor pleasures.
These daring and, dare we say, cheeky sex stories have a lot
of variety. plenty of excitement and offer much erotic
inspiration. Whether you love anal sex or have never tried
it, Baby Got Back, edited by award-winning author and editor
Rachel Kramer Bussel, offers a peek at what happens when men
and women check their inhibitions at the door. You'll find
bend over boyfriends, butt plugs, "A Taste of Jamaica" and
"Body Heat." In "Rectified," when Lela gets bored with
every sex position out there, Brad arrives to teach her
about one she learns is everything she'd hoped for and
more. In "Delivery," Lynn takes a break from a Vegas
bachelorette party so Wesley can show her a very good time.
Whether exploring a new side of backdoor pleasure or
affirming their passion for this sometimes taboo activity,
the characters in this book savor every moment.
EXCERPT
Kate looked up from her lacework and cocked her head toward
the window. Crump. She set aside her eveningโs contribution
to her wartime wardrobe, got down on all fours and crawled
over to the windows. Crump. She carefully poked her head
through the makeshift blackout curtains. A blush of distant
light down toward the Southend railway bridge. Crump. Crump,
crump, crump. The rosy domes of light flashed brighter and
took on orangey hues as they marched closer, following the
train tracks.
Kate stood up, raised her skirts and hopped to the wall,
undoing her garter belts on the way. Sheโd dressed to go out
just in case the girls came by, but that wasnโt going to
happenโ and now, timing was everything. She bent forward,
braced her back against the wall and carefully rolled down
her last pair of silk stockings while calling over her
shoulder. โMrs. Brown?โ Things were so informal now that the
War was into its fourth year. โElizabeth Brown? Elizabeth,
itโs an air raid!โ
Her elderly neighbor just had time to acknowledge Kateโs
warning when the sirens started wailing.
Kate hurried to her bedroom and squirmed out of her undies
while adjusting her makeup in the mirror. A bit more lip
rouge, and just a touch of color to the cheeks. There. She
snagged her long winter mantle on the way out the door and
hurried down the stairwell and into the street.
Now all the sirens were blaringโalmost drowning out the
crump, crump, crump of the approaching bombs. It was only
six oโclock but between the low cloud cover and the
blackout, the only light was from the east, where a hellish
false dawn proclaimed the first Zeppelin strikes of the
evening. Amazing how the Jerry pilots could see through that
soup.
The streets were beginning to fill, but Kate moved ahead of
the pack, nodding to the warden in his white-painted helmet
as he waved her ahead with his dark lantern. โOn you go,
Miss, on you go.โ
Kate stepped inside the reinforced concrete entrance to the
Underground, just past the gaze of the warden, and paused.
Getting off in wartime London anymore was all about timing.
When to hurry, when to dally, when to commit.
It wasnโt like the early days, when Khaki Fever reached
epidemic proportions. Uniformed lads off to war, all bold
and bashful, having it off with eager strangers in trams,
omnibuses, taxis, on the streetโin the early morn, broad
daylight and advancing dusk. Rationing and restricted travel
took care of all thatโand of course, most of the lads were
over there now. Returning soldiers were either being
invalided out or hurrying home to wives. Of course there
were the Americans, but the young ones were far too brash
for her taste, and the men were full of dirty French
tricksโbesides, theyโd all been kept out of the City for the
last few months, and all the girls she knew, herself
included, were getting more than a mite peckish. Must be
some big offensive in the works.
God, how she missed it allโthat is, until the organized
response to the Hun bombing raids.
Someone jostled her hard out of her reverie and she spun
around into the arms of a dapper old cove in tweed overcoat
and derby hat. โOh, excuse me, Miss, are you quite all
right?โ He had a nice voice, with a touch of fin-de-siรจcle
public school tempered by a lifetime of travel and private
clubs. Kate lingered a moment in his arms, enveloped in his
unbuttoned great coat and a manly fog of tobacco and port
and masculine sweat with fading notes of lime bay rum. She
smiled. Well, he wasnโt all that oldโmaybe late forties,
early fifties. He was just a mite shorter than she was, but
when sheโd spun about sheโd raised up on her tiptoes, and
once sheโd settled down the height difference was
negligible. Still, drat and double drat, didnโt she just
wish sheโd worn her flats? He held her close and she could
absolutely feel his hardness pushing into her lap. No, he
wasnโt all that old at all.
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