From the Publisher
"These daring and cheeky stories have a lot of variety, plenty of excitement and a wealth of erotic inspiration."
"Whatever your erotic reading desires this one is sure to please."
From the Bootheel Cotton Patch
"I encourage you all to read this if you are like me and enjoy reading about the lesser tapped sexual area. You might learn a thing or two or some new ways to experience it."
The Subclub Books
"Backdoor enthusiasts buy this book! Ms. Bussel is always a winner for me. She picks some of the hawtest stories and brings them all together in one book. She's clear on her theme and makes sure every story delivers."
La Crimson Femme
"The range of stories will have the experienced and inexperienced anal erotica reader jumping for joy. Once you open up the page of this book there will be no going back!"
Night Owl Erotica
"It was wonderful to read about anal sex because it can shed a different light onto relationships and onto sex scenes. In many ways anal sex feels like a dirty secret still in today’s culture."
"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."
"This anthology, depending on how quickly you read, is likely to make your whole week. Maybe even your whole month."
Erotica Revealed, Ashley Lister
"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."
Erotica Readers and Writers Association
"Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica is packed full of 23 taboo stories all about the love for anal sex. From women who are experiencing anal pleasures for the first time to men getting pegged and everything in-between, each one is packed full of desire and excitement."
"All the stories in this collection have something to recommend them, making this a deftly edited and compiled anthology - no surprise, considering that Bussel is the editor who brought this tale-diverse work together."
Reading and Writing by Pub Light
"The selections contain stories that are as cheeky as the title of this anthology."
Reviews by Amos Lassen
"This collection of erotic short stories covers every freaky lifestyle imaginable."
"A terrific collection of stories."
Read an Excerpt
by Tiffany Reisz
Lela 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 to dispel them, but one escaped and landed in the center of a Lotus position sex diagram.
“Dammit.” 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 usually it’s over in the fiction section,” came a voice from behind her.
Turning around, Lela came face to chest with a man over six feet tall. Craning her neck, she found his face rather closer to the ceiling than her own and discovered that it was a handsome face and the man was smiling kindly at her.
“The non-fiction 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 vagina, cervix, and uterus, the tattered remains of her dignity had packed their bags and headed west.
He coughed softly and Lela noticed he’d extended his hand. Quickly pulling herself together, she tucked the book under her arm and shook his hand.
“Brad.” “Lela. I’m a mess.” She found his grip oddly comforting and didn’t pull her fingers back from him.
“Hi, Lela. 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 Lela couldn’t laugh.
“No happy ending for me.” She leaned tiredly against the bookcase.
Brad squeezed her hand a little tighter. She should have been scared of a man so big, built like a football 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?” Brad crossed his arms over his broad chest. He had salt and pepper hair but looked no more than forty. “Every story should have a happy ending. Well, any story that has you in a bed in it.”
“You’re hitting on me.” Lela 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.”
Lela raised an eyebrow at him. God, it would be nice to just spend a day in bed with a man like thissexy, 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, Lela. 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.
“Time of the month? Not gross. 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 was the answer. Today. Yes. “I have severe endometriosis. I am twenty-seven years old and have been trying to have sex for ten years. Never had it without pain. And today the doctorsa whole team of themstuck their fingers in me and said 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 if it’s worth it?”
Brad brought his hand 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.”
She nodded. “A couple 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 into 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 see 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 Lela couldn’t stem the tide of images his words conjured. The thought of a man inside her without her body seizing with 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 turn me down. All none of them.”
“I’d hate to break your streak.”
“It probably won’t work, you know? I’m warning you right now.”
“I’ll probably have you screaming from pleasure in under an hour. I’m warning you right now. Say ‘yes.’”
Lela laughed. Might as well. It was the least she could do for her poor vagina after all she’d put it through today.
“Good. Let’s go.”
“I have to buy this first. I got it wet.”
“Trust me. Female tears are the least of the body fluids on this book.” He took it and shoved it onto the shelf while Lela made a mental note to wash her hands thoroughly at Brad’s place.
They grabbed a taxi and spent the twenty-minute ride whispering abbreviated life stories to each other. Lela Moore, well-paid actuary, single, no kids, no hope. Brad Wolfehe swore it was his real nameex-wife, no kids, just a club he treated like his baby.
“What kind of club?”
“The best kind,” he said and gave her a wolfish smile.