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“Fuck me,” he said.

I smiled and readied myself to mount him yet again but his voice, soft, barely audible, stopped me.

“No not like that. Fuck me like you fuck Julie.”

After a moment of genuine confusion I started to comprehend his meaning.

We’d talked about it sure, but it was just talk.

“You sure?”

“Yes”

I opened the goodie drawer and reached for the dildo first, then the harness, then the lube.

I readied myself and looked over to see he’d already lain on his belly, ass cheeks spread wide for me….

My fondness for spanking began with a silly junior high school tradition called “Butt Week”.

It was just how it sounded; a whole week of horny teens and tweens smacking each other on the ass whenever opportunities arose.

We were precocious children.

And I’ve always loved asses. There’s nothing quite so primally beautiful as a pair of rounded cheeks. I’ve been known to goose my coworkers and friends, and I’m worse than a construction worker when it come to looking at asses on the street.

If you’re like me, and you love to pay homage to the ass every now and again, you will love this book.

The title is simply Spanked, and it’s the brainchild of the oh-so-spankable Rachel Kramer Bussel.

What’s it about? If you can’t figure it out by reading the title, watch this video:

The disciplinarians in this book wield their hands and other implements with such skill that their subjects moan, scream, cry and orgasm almost immediately on contact.

So far, my favorite is Tied Down by Andy Ohio (I’ve secretly always wanted to be strapped with a belt).

My advice; have your master, mistress, significant other, booty call on speed dial before you pick up this book.

You can get it here.

Also be sure to check out the Spanked blog for news interviews with the authors.

Spanked virtual book tour continues tomorrow on Life in Motion with Sparkle

The fab and almost inhumanly prolific Rachel Kramer Bussel is at it again with yet another erotica anthology enititled simply Dirty Girls.

From the naked chick on the cover, through the whopping 27 dirty stories inside, there are no words for how hot this book is. You’ll just have to grab your own copy and see for yourself.

Just how do we define a dirty girl? RKB breaks it down perfectly in her intro:

“They know who and what they want, and they go after the objects of their affection in all kinds of different ways.”

That’s right.

There’s a dirty girl in all of us.

And there is something for every type of dirty girl here. Those of us who have been around the block (or in this case, the country) more than a few times will particularly enjoy Fucking Around by Marie Lyn Bernard.

Those of us who like sex in public will share a few knowing giggles after reading Live Tonight by Saskia Walker.

The dirty girls who love to watch will certainly want to do so after reading Catherine Lundoff’s Just Another Girl On The Train.

Beautiful Creatures by Kristina Wright, is dedicated to all the dirty girls who are stuck in unfulfilling relationships/marriages and long to get fucked silly by absolute strangers.

In The Name Of by Isabella Gray reads like a love letter to dirty girls that like to share.

I really loved Cheesy Boots by L. Elise Bland, being a dirty girl who’s also a foodie.

And for the dirty girls that wish their partners would pay more attention to their nipples there’s The Mile High Club by Kate Dominic.

And because we’re celebrating nipples, the nipple on the book cover, the nipple on this blog and nipples everywhere, here’s an excerpt from The Mile High Club:

As I shivered against him, his fingers competently flicked open the front latch of my bra. I sighed as my left breast fell forward into the cup of his hand. His thumb stroked my nipple. It hardened instantly.

“I’m an incorrigible breast man.” He laughed softly, keeping his voice low enough that only I could hear. “I love the feel of a woman’s breasts in my hands, especially one’s with big sensitive nipples like yours. It makes me so hard.”

My fingers stilled on my clit as he let go of the nipple he’d been stroking and picked up my other breast. I couldn’t contain the soft moans that escaped my lips at the wonderful feel of his fingertips stroking first one, then the other nipple. I nodded breathlessly as he shushed me.

He keeps going, but you’ll have to read for yourself.