Rachel Kramer Bussel's blog tour for her two new books, She's On Top and He's On Top comes to a close at Babeland. We're thrilled to be her last stop and I've been enjoying reading the posts of previous bloggers as they discuss which stories turned them on and got them thinking.I'm very excited about these books. As I've said before, I love erotica that has a theme. It allows me to focus more on the things that really make me hot. The added benefit to She's On Top and He's On Top is that they are a great way to get ideas if you're looking to dominate that special someone in your life - whatever gender they might be.I picked She's On Top to read first. Maybe I wanted a little inspiration, but mostly I just love powerful women. My favorite story is "Why Can't I Be You" - a short and sweet tale by Alison Tyler. A woman dresses up as her lover and then bends him over for some seriously hot anal sex. Anyone who knows me knows that Pegging is one of my favorite suggestions for couples looking to try something new. It feels fantastic, it puts everyone in new roles and forces you to think outside the box a little. And, you get to buy a harness and a dildo and really, what could be more exciting than that? This story also involves strap-on cock sucking which is also another favorite activity of mine. Just listen to how hot it is:

He scrambles on the bed to obey. His mouth is open before I can command it. I don't have to tell him what to do. His lips part, and he takes me in. I feel him pulling on my cock. I feel how hungry he is for that. I envision him draining me, taking me all the way to climax with the sucking motions of his ravenous mouth.

Nice.To give you another taste of these awesome books, here is another excerpt from a story called "Shades of Red". If you like what you see here, check out the books He's On Top and She's On Top. They're fantastic.

I swish the whip above my head and his ass twitches. I take a deepbreath. Aiming at his right cheek, I slash the thongs across the paleflesh.The stroke falls true. I feel the vibration of the impact in my hand.The sound of the leather connecting with his flesh sends a shock to mysex. It's followed a fraction of a second later by my victim's moan.Parallel pink stripes bloom on his tender skin. They seem unbalanced.Tentatively, I swipe the whip across his left cheek. I'm rewarded by awhelp of agony and a new set of rosy marks. A perfect match.I'm suddenly mainlining power. Everything snaps into focus with thatsecond whip stroke. I see, with total clarity, the target for my nextstroke, and the one after that. The whip feels like an extension of mybody. No, that's not right, it's an extension of my mind. I imagine alovely pattern of traces on his upper thighs, and they burst intobeing, accompanied by his cries of pain. He moans and screams,flinches, tries to cover his backside with his bound hands."No! Keep your hands out of the way! Unless you want me to stop? Haveyou had enough?"I hear muffled sobs. At the same time, his cock is straining towardhis belly, and his balls are tight and hard."No. More--please, give me more."I paint his thighs, back and his butt with intricate designs in shadesof red. He's close to coming, and oddly, so am I, though he hasn'ttouched me. I think that tomorrow, he'll examine my handiwork, feelthe stinging memory, and come again. The notion pleases me, and I beathim faster and with greater force.

ight and hard."No. More--please, give me more."I paint his thighs, back and his butt with intricate designs in shadesof red. He's close to coming, and oddly, so am I, though he hasn'ttouched me. I think that tomorrow, he'll examine my handiwork, feelthe stinging memory, and come again. The notion pleases me, and I beathim faster and with greater force.