Caught Looking is a collection of thrillingly explicit modern vignettes hand-picked by two sassy, irrepressible pornoisseurs: the infamous “trollop with a laptop” Alison Tyler and the prolific erotica writer and editor Rachel Kramer Bussel.

It is gloriously slick, professional, and sexy. It is intelligent, literate and diverse, with none of the typos that, in much of today’s erotica output, mar the hum of a steady ascent to that most private of climaxes. It’s the kind of book one could slap down on a regular bookshop counter, look the assistant in the eye and say: ‘I want this’ without colouring in shame.

Every ten or so pages the author and the scene changes: you are whirled through bedrooms and bars, clubs and cars to spy upon graphic scenes of dyke sex, straight sex, sex with strangers, group sex, sex with a man while his fiancé watches, masturbation in sight of many… to name a few. The scenes slide from episodes in power-based relationships – a girl’s master forcing her to dress for him, strip for him, show herself off to others for him – to sickeningly cutesy tales of that perfect first date where a formidable woman allows herself to be exposed and inflamed in an upmarket restaurant.

This book is hot because it plays with the modern craze for surveillance: our every public step observed by the impersonal eye of the cctv camera. We can become minor, slutty celebrities on the small screens of the nation’s security office. The idea of showing yourself off for the titillation of strangers or of illicitly watching others perform sexual acts remains irrepressibly kinky. We all love to be badly behaved: the potential legal implications only add to the buzz.

I am the voyeur: reading these tales that place me in the best possible spot to observe the sheen of sweat on exposed flesh, the dark smudge of wetness where his cock has leaked onto the front of his suit, the smallest mole situated above her pubic bone…

I am also the exhibitionist: I am every woman in that book exposing breast, buttock, cunt at policemen, at lovers, at the audience of my very own peep >show… I am every man unzipping my flies so that my lover and those watching can salivate over my uncut cock.

Here’s an appetiser:

When the waiter walked past with the drinks for the other table she took a deep breath and whispered, “I want you.” I slipped the rest of the ice cube onto her nipple. She shook as I smoothed the folded top of her dress back into place.“The sooner you obey me, the sooner you’ll receive your pleasure. Remember that.”

Christa nodded as I stroked the back of my fingers down her cleavage where the water had run. Her skin was cool to my touch. I knew my hand felt warm.“Go to the restroom. Take off your panties and throw them away. Keep the top of your dress just as I have it.”

Christa hesitated only a moment. Then she nodded and got carefully to her feet. She didn’t bother looking at the rest of the room. The beautiful, strong-willed woman I wanted so badly I hurt just smiled, turned, and walked slowly and seductively toward the hall. With each step, her hips swayed with a practiced gait that let me know she had made her decision.

By the time she returned, the ice had melted, leaving her dress clinging to her pointed nipples. When she was seated, I rested my hand where her stocking met the bottom of her dress, and I rewarded her with a slow, wet kiss.

“I’m proud of you, Christa.” I slid my hand over the top of her socking, then over the even silkier skin at the top of her thigh. Then higher.“Was it difficult to obey me?”

The neatly-trimmed thatch was slick with her juices. She shuddered as my fingers slid into her slit. With a soft moan, she slid forward on the seat.“It was harder than hell.” Her eyes closed as she sucked her lip between her teeth. “It was worth it.”I laughed softly, my fingers pushing deep into her cunt as my thumb settled on the protruding nub of her clit. Rubbed in slow, firm circles. When she gasped, I curled my fingers toward her belly button and rocked my hand.“Come for me.” My voice was harsh, but I couldn’t help it.Fortunately, the first quaking shudder was almost immediate. The other tables were filling, and the waiter was approaching with our food. Christa was still trembling when I pulled us both up. I smiled indulgently at her bemused look as the waiter served us and quickly left.

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