Backdoor Pleasures: Anal Erotica

By Cleis Press

“When I read a book of erotica,” says editor Alex Algren, “I'm not looking for romance and happily ever after. But I am looking for great writing and a searing hotness that gets you sweaty.” Here, Algren has curated a set of smart and sexy stories of anal eroticism celebrating every imaginable kind of Backdoor Pleasure. Algren and her top notch contributors explore the exquisite pleasures of toys, tongues, and beautiful bottoms. When two motorcycle enthusiasts argue about moving on to mountains and mountain bikes in Tenille Brown’s “Speed Bumps,” skillful anal sex becomes a bargaining chip. In Gwen Master’s “Simplicity,” a couple’s shared fantasies take them over the edge. In Donna George Storey’s “Anal-yzed,” a husband tantalizes his wife by scrutinizing her back passage fantasies. Dreading another birthday without accomplishing her goals, Lynn’s malaise threatens to hijack the celebration. But a new vibrator and a chance encounter with a daring stranger perk her up on the night of her thirty-forth birthday, together

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cleis Press
• Release date: Jul 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781573449373

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SPEED BUMPS

Tenille Brown

Sunny checked her watch before she gripped the bars on her bike tighter, bending low to take the curve. She would be there in less than five minutes. She had been shooting for fifteen, had wanted to be very casual and nonchalant about it, but that was the thing about motorcycles; they always made you appear too eager, even when the intent was to make ’em wait awhile.

In this case, she was referring to her lover, Trip. He hadn’t always been the patient type. Sunny had used it to her advantage back then, making Trip wait until he was almost crazy, but he had somehow learned patience over the last few months, that and other things, and it was just something else about Trip that Sunny had to learn to get used to.

Trip—Trenton Louis Hill, III—had taught her to ride, had even given her the name she now claimed like a possession. Sunny...for the glow on her wide, happy face, for the little yellow tattoo on her right asscheek, for the way he felt when she pressed that soft, tender ass up against him.

Sunny slowed, smiling smugly at the rumble and pop of her bike because no matter how many times she heard it, it still excited her, and came to a stop at the light. She nodded to her right at a twentysomething fellow with spiked yellow hair sitting and grinning at her in a red convertible. He revved his engine. She revved hers back. She could have him and five more just like him if she wanted, but these days, in the ever-present age of the cougar, Sunny found that cliché.

Sunny shook her head. It wasn’t the kid’s fault. Twenty years ago she would have been in his league, but this time, he had guessed wrong. Sunny blamed it on her thighs, the way they braced and held her bright yellow Harley in place.

Sunny had legs for days, and she preferred her skirts short and her shorts—like the denim ones she sported today—even shorter. She was short, barely five feet tall, but she made it count—round little ass, tight waist, and just enough tits to suit her.

But Sunny preferred her men with a little dust on them.

And it was her prerogative. She was forty-one years old and had paid her dues. She’d had the husband and the house in the burbs and she’d preferred to let the two remain a set, taking her clothes, her favorite pairs of shoes and calling it a day.

It was all a part of traveling light, and Sunny knew there was no other way to do it. Trip had known it, too. He was a loner who ran a bar across town, who had mixed her Jack and Coke like he had been doing it since creation. And now, she and Trip, they were in this life together.

Sunny blew relief from her lips as she pulled into the drive. She parked her Harley next to Trip’s new sensible sedan—she wouldn’t ride in that thing if you paid her—and let herself into the condo.

It didn’t surprise Sunny to smell baked chicken and fresh kale when she walked in the door. Trip had traded in Chinese takeout for lessons in cooking healthy lately and Sunny was always playing the eager little guinea pig, because she was nothing if not supportive, tasting and trying his new creations. After wrapping her arms around him