Babysitting The Baumgartners

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You think about it.” Her hand lightly stroked my side. I felt that gentle throbbing between my thighs, more insistent now.

You know, watching the kids isn’t all you’re here for, Veronica.” Mrs. Baumgartner turned her face to me after they went in, resting her cheek on her folded arms. “Doc and I were just talking last night about how much you’ve done for us over the years. The kids adore you. You’re like part of the family.” The morning after we arrived, Mrs. Baumgartner came out and joined me on the beach. I was supervising the kids, who were busy making some sort of sand castle-really, it was more of a sand village, as it already spanned half the beach! What I was really doing was trying to read a Nora Roberts novel while simultaneously working on my nonexistent tan, but I was bored.

Selena Kitt's "Babysitting the Baumgartners" rethinks romance in a very kinky way

Based on Selena Kitt's series of novels about a married couple and their sexually curious babysitter. I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help it. Her skin was smooth and tawny-even there. Her nipples were brown, vastly different from my light pink ones. Why don’t you two go inside?” Mrs. Baumgartner said as they approached. “There’s lunch on the counter, and Daddy hooked up the X-Box.” Also, the need to broaden the action beyond just 3 people (and avoid a relentlessness like Oshima's claustrophobic "In the Realm of the Senses" and its nuclear couple) injects AJ Applegate as another au pair, suitable for humping. Brandt very awkwardly adds her to the story, at first in a teaser scene in which Kay herself appears, looking quite glamorous for a mere cameo, bringing AJ over to visit the beach house. Who Kay's character is and what her relationship is to AJ is not revealed, at best I gathered she is an old pal of Carrie's. After this intro, AJ does not reappear until hours later on Disk 2 of the DVD set, available for romantic action as Sara rather sarcastically shows her how to take care of the little kid. Following porn tradition (see especially PT's "The Masseuse" as a famous case in the Clint Eastwood "American Sniper" vein) the child is never shown.

Your top.” She massaged oil into her thighs and calves. “You can take it off-so you won’t have any tan lines.” I stared right up at the sun, blinking a few times so it made bright spots in the dark when I closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe Mrs. Baumgartner had just said the word “pussy” in front of me! The kids stopped at their mother’s warning and treaded through the sand toward us. They really were great kids. I wished sometimes my sisters and I got along as well as they did. The young co-ed discovers that the Baumgartners have wayward plans for their au pair that are going to lead places she could have only imagined.

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On the one hand, this underlines Kitt's distance from romance — you don't get much more hardcore than the incest taboo, after all. On the other hand, though, the emotional content actually links up surprisingly well with traditional romance themes. In her groundbreaking and still foundational 1984 anthropological study of romance readers, "Reading the Romance," Janice Radway argues that romance narratives are essentially about women's relationships with their mothers. Using Nancy Chodorow's theories of female development as a basis, Radway says that women "require an intense emotional bond with someone who is reciprocally nurturant and protective in a maternal way." Yet in their families, Radway wrote, the romance readers she talked to were generally required to do most of the nurturing themselves; their husbands rarely took care of them emotionally. Romance novels, Radway said, presented a fantasy in which distant, cold men are revealed to actually have nurturing maternal qualities which the heroine brings to the surface. Romances, from this perspective, are incestuous dreams; Christian, in "Fifty Shades," is really, deep down, Anna's mother.

When Mrs. Baumgartner—who insists on calling her Veronica—invites Ronnie along on their yearly vacation, the nanny jumps at the chance. Brandt takes a pornographer's perspective to the material that is unfortunate. There are plenty of opportunities for conflict or confrontation, but if one starts, as porno people are wont to do, from a "sex is everything" and "repression of impulses is bad" point-of-view, then every chance encounter turns to full-blown passionate sex. Sara is seduced by the beautiful couple, but early on I was wary of their motives and expected something to happen. Other than a momentary sort of twist at the very end, not part of the film proper, nothing comes of their bringing Sara into their bed, other than a lot of sexual activity for us to watch. I can take care of them, Mrs. B.” Her bikini thong left her bronzed, rounded bottom completely exposed. I blinked fast and looked away. “That’s what I’m here for, right?” I averted my eyes as she laid out a large blanket on the white sand next to my towel. “How are you feeling, Veronica?” She was the only one who ever called me by my full name. Everyone else called me “Ronnie.” You can borrow one of mine.” Her thigh slid along mine as she adjusted on the blanket. “If you want less of a tan line. I brought several.”Henry and Janie, you need to go in the house!” Mrs. Baumgartner called, stretching out on her stomach on the blanket. Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality.” Do you shave?” she repeated, opening one eye to look at me. “I wax, myself. It’s much easier and takes care of things for a lot longer down there, if you know what I mean.”

The very fact that the hero is both boss and lover, that the world of work and business is romanticized and eroticized, and that in it love flourishes suggest that the Harlequin heroines seek an end to the division between the domestic world of love and sentiment and the public world of work and business.This has in itself been a staple of romance fiction, as Leslie Rabine points out in her much-lauded 1985 article "Romance in the Age of Electronics: Harlequin Enterprises." Moreover, Rabine argues, the conflation of work and romance is deliberately utopian: I’d be happy to help you.” Her fingers moved over the elastic tops of my bikini bottoms. “It’s hard to do a bikini wax on yourself.” I loved babysitting for them. Mr. Baumgartner-”Call me Doc, everybody does”-usually came home drunk enough to pay me way too much for the night. Mrs. Baumgartner-she never said to call her anything but Mrs. Baumgartner, although I did shorten it to “Mrs. B” over the years-was very pretty and very nice and kept really good ice cream (Haagen-Dazs) in the freezer. They had a huge TV, an enormous house, and I became their regular babysitter every Friday night, sometimes Saturdays, too, all through high school. Thanks.” I watched her breasts rising and falling, glistening in the sun. Her belly was beaded with sweat and oil.