Eight Inches Under Her Skirt: Seducing the Straight Guy by Phoenix Blair

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As great works of erotica literature are concerned, there is no doubt that Eight Inches Under Her Skirt comes up a little short (pun intended). It is a bit too contrived and convenient, with no real character development, and far too many unanswered questions. With the set-up of buying condoms for his girlfriend, I really expected that relationship to weigh a bit more heavily on the tale, but it is largely inconsequential. We move from lust-at-first-sight, to passionate public flirting, to driving home together in less time than it would have taken him pay for the condom. In fact, the condoms are forgotten as quickly and completely as his girlfriend - and they, at least, might have come in handy when getting intimate with a total stranger.

However, as quick-and-dirty spank bank erotica is concerned, this was a lot of fun. Just as narrative story arcs clearly are not what Phoenix Blair is interested in exploring, sexual excitement certainly is. I thought the whole lust-at-first-sight bit was done very well, complete with a frantic, comic chase through the mall, ending in an erotic collision. The flirting may have been quick, but it was fun, and the drive back to her house certainly reinforced their physical passion. As for the sex that dominates the core of the story, I could have done with some more sensory details – smell, taste, feel, etc. – but that is a minor complaint. It was realistic, with some nice details, and I loved the bold lack of inhibition (even if I still had lingering questions about his motivation).

As one-handed reads go, Eight Inches Under Her Skirt is certainly worth the read, regardless of whether you are the one with the Inches, the Skirt, or both.

Reviewed by Bobbi