Authors
Alexandros
Carmine
Melanie Abrams
Shelley Aikens
A. Aimee
Jeanne Ainslie
Fredrica Alleyn
Rebecca Ambrose
Diane Anderson-Minshall
Laura Antoniou
Janine Ashbless
Lisette Ashton
Gavin Atlas
Danielle Austen
J. P. Beausejour
P.K. Belden
Tina Bell
Jove Belle
Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore
Ronica Black
Primula Bond
Lionel Bramble
A. J. Bray
Samantha Brook
Matt Brooks
Zetta Brown
James Buchanan
Louisa Burton
Angela Campion
Angela Caperton
Annabeth Carew
Julia Chambers
Dale Chase
M. Christian
Greta Christina
Valentina Cilescu
Rae Clark
Christina Crooks
Julius Culdrose
Portia da Costa
Alan Daniels
Angraecus Daniels
Dena De Paulo
Vincent Diamond
Susan DiPlacido
Noelle Douglas-Brown
Hypnotic Dreams
Hank Edwards
Jeremy Edwards
Stephen Elliott
Madelynne Ellis
Justine Elyot
Aurelia T. Evans
Jesse Fox
I. G. Frederick
Louis Friend
Polly Frost
William Gaius
Bob Genz
Shanna Germain
J. J. Giles
Lesley Gowan
K. D. Grace
Sacchi Green
Tamzin Hall
P. S. Haven
Trebor Healey
Vicki Hendricks
Scott Alexander Hess
Richard Higgins
Julie Hilden
E. M. Hillwood
Amber Hipple
William Holden
Senta Holland
David Holly
Michelle Houston
Debra Hyde
M. E. Hydra
Vina Jackson
Anneke Jacob
Maxim Jakubowski
Kay Jaybee
Ronan Jefferson
Amanda Jilling
SM Johnson
Raven Kaldera
J. P. Kansas
Kevin Killian
D. L. King
Catt Kingsgrave
Kate Kinsey
Geoffrey Knight
Varian Krylov
Vivienne LaFay
Teresa Lamai
Lisa Lane
Randall Lang
James Lear
Amber Lee
Nikko Lee
Tanith Lee
James W. Lewis
Marilyn Jaye Lewis
Ashley Lister
Fiona Locke
Clare London
Scottie Lowe
Simon Lowrie
Catherine Lundoff
Michael T. Luongo
Jay Lygon
Helen E. H. Madden
Nancy Madore
Jodi Malpas
Jeff Mann
Alma Marceau
Sommer Marsden
Gwen Masters
Sean Meriwether
Bridget Midway
I. J. Miller
Madeline Moore
Lucy V. Morgan
Julia Morizawa
David C. Morrow
Walter Mosley
Peggy Munson
Zoe Myonas
Alicia Night Orchid
Craig Odanovich
Cassandra Park
Michael Perkins
Christopher Pierce
Lance Porter
Jack L. Pyke
Devyn Quinn
Cameron Quitain
R. V. Raiment
Shakir Rashaan
Jean Roberta
Paige Roberts
Sam Rosenthal
D. V. Sadero
C Sanchez-Garcia
Lisabet Sarai
R Paul Sardanas
R. Paul Sardanas
Elizabeth Schechter
Erica Scott
Kemble Scott
Mele Shaw
Simon Sheppard
Tom Simple
Talia Skye
Susan St. Aubin
Charlotte Stein
C. Stetson
Chancery Stone
Donna George Storey
Darcy Sweet
Rebecca Symmons
Mitzi Szereto
Cecilia Tan
Vinnie Tesla
Claire Thompson
Alison Tyler
Gloria Vanderbilt
Vanessa Vaughn
Elissa Wald
Saskia Walker
Kimberly Warner-Cohen
Brian Whitney
Carrie Williams
Peter Wolkoff
T. Martin Woody
Beth Wylde
Lux Zakari
Fiona Zedde

Black Bible Book of LilithBlack Bible Book of Lilith
By: Tina Bell
Amazon Digital
ISBN: B00JMV33AM
April 2014





Reviewed By: Kathleen Bradean

By the second chapter of this novel, understanding dawned. What I was reading was really manga without the artwork rather than a traditional novel. A graphics-less graphic novel, if you will. That explained the bizarre addition of extensive character profiles at the beginning. It also explained the strange ‘not the US, not Europe, not Japan’ feel of the setting and culture, and why everyone acted like they were in high school rather than college-aged young adults.

I read a lot of manga, so in a way I’m okay with this weird hybrid. Once I saw it in that light, I could almost forgive some of the narrative issues with this work. However, there were many other issues that were unforgivable.

Who, other than a twelve-year old, constantly refers to breasts as melons? It was just embarrassing. At one point, the writer called a woman’s genitals her “vag.” We’re writing about grown-up stuff, so let’s use our grown-up words, okay?

Call them editing errors, typos, or just sloppy work, there are far too many mistakes with this work. I almost listed the long list of examples I had set aside, but why should I work for free as their copy editor? Someone needs to take a heavy red pen to this prose. Also, providing detailed character profiles does not absolve the writer of having to write characterization into the novel itself. If this had been an actual manga, artwork would have helped me to differentiate between the far too many two-dimensional characters, but they were just a blur of useless names after a while. I didn’t care enough to bother referring back to the dramatis personae.
 
But of all the problems with this novel, the worst was the rampant misogyny. The “hero” states that: “Girls are all about the money. Asian girls are really all about the money.” Boom! Not only a palpable hit with that old time religion of ‘women are greedy and evil,’ but also drops the casual racism bomb and just keeps going. (I can hear the author protesting: “Oh, but he was Asian too, so it’s all right.” No, it isn’t. Nothing in that comment was okay.)

I originally meant to save this as an example of the clunky writing, but it’s another example of the many misogynistic throw-away lines fouling this book like dog poo on a hiking trail: “Because when they looked at a guy, girls naturally calculated potential long term future and assessed potential status and dollar signs.” Just try to maneuver around that sentence. It’s like a verbal obstacle course with a huge muck pit of girl-hate in the middle.

According to this story, lesbians are man haters who secretly want to have a penis. VERY LONG SIGH.

There’s lots of creepy non-consensual touching and voyeurism – by the “good guy.” The “hero” alters a woman’s body magically so it will fit his masturbatory needs, and this is supposedly a woman he thinks of as a sister. Someone he loves. He makes another woman do an erotic striptease and give another guy a lap dance in class so she’ll be humiliated. Consensual? Screw that. Women are here to give this guy pleasure. And everyone else too, because gang-rapes are disturbingly routine after about the halfway point of this story. Then at the end, the author makes all the females in this story agree that the guy who did it was really a nice guy despite his few mistakes and they kind of liked being anally raped by him. Gross.

That pretty much sums up my feelings about this book. Not erotic. Just gross. Not the worst writing I’ve read, but you deserve better.  Thankfully, better is out there for your reading pleasure. Go find it.






Bound for Trouble: BDSM Erotica for WomenBound for Trouble: BDSM Erotica for Women
Edited By: Alison Tyler
Cleis Press
ISBN: 1627780270
July 2014





Reviewed By: Lisabet Sarai

In her introduction, Alison Tyler informs us that Bound for Trouble is the tenth bondage-themed anthology she has edited for Cleis. It's hardly surprising that this collection sparkles with kinky energy and glows with heat. Ms. Tyler definitely knows what she's doing. At this point in my editing and reviewing career, I'm fairly difficult to impress, but I believe Bound for Trouble will delight anyone who finds D/s content arousing.

What's so great about this book? Diversity for one thing. Almost every story attacks the theme from a different direction. There are M/f, F/m and F/f tales in almost equal proportion and even one M/m contribution. Some authors write about long-established couples, some about casual playmates, some about  just-met strangers. Meanwhile, the bondage mechanisms explored range from classic ropes to robots to symbolic chains made out of paper.

Ms. Tyler's own story, “Sitting Pretty,” keeps the reader guessing. For the first few pages, you have no idea about the identity or even the gender of the narrator. Only at the end do you begin to understand who he is and what he wants. This tale is both beautifully crafted and deliciously transgressive. Who would have imagined that allowing one's hair to be cut could be an act of submission?

“Magic Boots” by Amy Dillon offers one of the most insightful takes on fetishism that I've encountered in a long time. To arouse and entertain her foot-worshiping husband, the narrator secretly buys a pair of expensive, outrageous high-heeled boots they've both admired. As she wears the boots around the house before revealing them to her spouse, trying to break them in, she discovers her own perceptions and desires changing.

Complementary fantasies play a key role in several of the tales. In Benjamin Eliot's exquisite “Unwinding Alice,” the female of the title enjoys being tightly bound and locked in a closet for hours. Her husband confines her in order to please her; he finds the notion far scarier than she does. Meanwhile, he lives for the sight of the rope marks her trials leave behind. Their kinks are distinctly different, but interlocking, providing satisfaction and peace to both.

She flings her arms above her head, and I see the lines on her skin flow north with the motion. She's striped and crossed and dotted with the evidence of my control and I groan. Because seeing that evidence robs me of my current control. I'm powerless against the unwound Alice. I'm humbled by her strength.

The healing potential of dominance and submission is another common theme. Annabeth Leong's  “Paper Chains,” Theresa Noelle Roberts' “Ropenosis,” K.Lynn's “Business Wear,” all feature submissives wound tight by worldly responsibilities or hidden fears. Paradoxically, bondage sets them free.

Sommer Marsden's brilliant story “What She Has” struck me as one of the most realistic in the collection. The subtleties she portrays in the relationship between the submissive narrator and her Master, the ebb and flow of envy, anger, fear and love, amazed me. How can love and cruelty be so closely intertwined?

In contrast, Giselle Renarde's delicious fable “It's Not a Scrunchie” is pure play, a man's wildest fantasy made manifest in the person of a voluptuous, uninhibited gal who just happens to like tying guys up.

The mood in Bound for Trouble is lighter than in some of Ms. Tyler's anthologies (her Love at First Sting comes to mind as an example of darker, more ambiguous BDSM), but these authors don't spare the rope or the rod. Nearly all of the stories are entertaining. And a few will linger in your mind, long after you've closed the cover or turned off your e-reader.

 






She Who Must Be Obeyed: Femme Dominant Lesbian EroticaShe Who Must Be Obeyed: Femme Dominant Lesbian Erotica
Edited By: D. L. King
Lethe Press
ISBN: 1590211944
July 2014





Reviewed By: Ashley Lister

As D L King points out in her introduction to She Who Must be Obeyed, the dominant femme is a mainstay of life and literature. 

The dominant femme has long been an archetype in life, as well as in literature. Butches, bois, women and girls look to her as the guiding force in life and love and, of course, hot, down and dirty, back-up-against-the-wall sex. And dominant women know, perhaps innately, that bois need a firm, guiding hand. The same holds true for butches of all stripes as well as girls and other women. It’s a universal truth that the dominant femme knows just where she fits and all others will flock to the aura of power surrounding her.

D L King, Introduction

One worries sometimes that an anthology with such a specific theme could be limited in the scope of its content. Surely, if the remit for authors is fixed to the one archetype, there isn’t much opportunity for originality?

But it’s a false assumption. King is an accomplished editor who selects stories for talent and originality. Yes, the archetype of the dominant femme appears in each story, but it’s an archetype realised differently by each writer, and existing in a different narrative form.

She walks out still in the black strapless gown and opera gloves.

She gives me that head to toe assessment again and then gives my shoulder a push downward.

“Get on your knees.”

So it’s going to be like that. Her earlier femme fatale act wasn’t just flirting. I pause, because even though I fantasize ruthlessly about being commanded and controlled by an aggressive femme, there’s a certain mercilessness in those green eyes. Suddenly I feel certain that this might end in a screaming orgasm or a plea for mercy, but it probably won’t end with a cuddle before brunch.

I get on my knees, the asphalt cold and damp through my jeans.

She pulls up her dress and shows me pale, shapely long legs and then the smooth seashell of her pussy. Of course she’s waxed bare. She’s the most flawlessly groomed woman I’ve ever seen.

She smiles down at me. “Get to work—and if you do a good job, there’s a reward in it for you.”

Valerie Alexander, "Noir"

Alexander’s dominant femme is appraising the narrator’s abilities. The story addresses a level of control and submission that are delightfully executed and speak to a desire for devotion to celebrity culture that is endemic within modern society. But this is not the only way dominant femmes are portrayed in this collection.

But then a curious thing happens. As she slowly thrusts more deeply into my ass, the pain lessens, and exquisite sensations rise up to mingle with the pain. She’s slowly but gradually increasing her pace, and sweat breaks out all over my body. My hips rise up to meet each thrust and I’m breathing open-mouthed moans into the bed in time to the rhythm of her fucking me. She’s making breathy sounds of her own, and I can feel her pleasure rising and I am lost, completely engulfed in sensation, sinking into it, time and place disappearing until there is only Her. Pleasing Her. Giving myself over to Her. She cries out suddenly, her body tensing above me as she reaches her peak, and I feel a pleasure, a gratitude, so intense that it transcends orgasm completely.

"Unchartered Territory," Evan Mora

Evan Mora gives us a powerful and explicit story of reciprocated devotion. Mora has a gift for language that makes every syllable count as she shares this intoxicating tale of passion and submission.

This is a collection that contains some of my favourite authors (D L King, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Sacchi Green, Theresa Noelle Roberts, Jean Roberta, to name a small few) and a handful of authors I haven’t previously had the chance to enjoy.

As I mentioned earlier, D L King knows how to collate exactly the right material for an anthology. The works here are of the highest standard with the focus remaining balanced between narrative function and erotic content. Whether you’re enamoured by your own dominant femme, or simply curious about a world you don’t ordinarily occupy, She Who Must be Obeyed is essential reading material for those who enjoy well-written erotic fiction.




WiseassWiseass
By: C. Stetson
Amazon Digital Services
ISBN: B00JNWFLSC
April 2014





Reviewed By: Sacchi Green

Wiseass surprised me. Usually I try to figure out the intended readership for a book, and do my best to assess it by that standard, but this time it wasn’t long before I was entirely seduced by the narrator and her distinctive voice.

The story is aimed toward aficionados of dubcon and noncon, subgenres of BDSM that have no particular appeal for me, although I understand how folks can enjoy them in a fictional context. (I don’t need to define dubcon and noncon for you, do I? No, of course not, but I’ll do it anyway, just in case. We’re talking about kinky sex and sadomasochism with dubious consent, and even downright nonconsensual torture.) C. W. Stetson starts right out by warning, “I shouldn’t have to say this, but I will anyway: This is a work of fiction. Don’t try any of this at home. If you do, use a safe word.”

The narrator, Linda, doesn’t get to have a safe word. She isn’t a masochist, and she only consents to being a sex slave accidentally (by not reading the fine print in the contract for a sales job at a sex toy store,) and later under extreme duress as a means to survival. Sounds pretty grim, doesn’t it? But Linda herself isn’t grim, she’s smart, resourceful, witty, and, as a kid who grew up in a variety of foster homes, she knows all about survival. In fact she knows a great deal more about many things than is entirely believable, and the explanation (a foster parent who happened to store boxes and boxes of books in his barn) isn’t convincing. Still, as the disclaimer above points out, “This is a work of fiction.”

I kept jotting down notes about passages I found especially witty, or descriptive, or illuminating. Near the beginning, Linda tells us, “About eleven in the morning, a tall, elegant woman walks in like she owns the place. She’s between thirty and forty, wearing a loose grey silk dress that costs more than the car I can’t afford. She is seriously good-looking, although I don’t even really swing that way. NTTAWWT. That’s Not That There’s Anything Wrong With That, for all you non-internet-using readers.” Then near the end, after two members of the secluded estate’s security patrol make the huge mistake of trying to rob the owner, she echoes that early statement with, “Now, you legal sticklers out there might observe that I’m accessory to manslaughter, or at the least obstruction of justice, or I dunno, littering or something. Tell you what: take it up with the attorney general. He’ll be at her next party. Probably drunk and covered in whipped cream in a pile of strapping young men. NTTAWWT.” Of course by that time the relationship between the two main characters has reached the stage where Linda can figure on at least a 50/50 chance of getting away with the wiseass remarks she sometimes can’t resist making. She’s suffered a great deal, but it hasn’t broken her, or hardened her heart (though perhaps it should have.)

I don’t want to do too much quoting, or reveal too much of the plot. Yes, there is a plot of sorts, and more action than just bondage and punishment. There’s even character development, although nothing surprising for a story with the classic premise of a super-rich, super-powerful sadist amusing herself with an apparently naïve young woman who has no family or close friends to wonder what’s become of her. The girl’s wit, intelligence, courage and breadth of knowledge gradually make her captor see her as a real person rather than a pet to be viciously abused or coddled at will, and Linda herself, who knows all about Stockholm syndrome and succumbs to it with eyes wide open, drags the reader with her so that somewhere along the way I stopped hoping against hope that the abuser would come to the bad end she deserved for her unforgivable brutality, and realized that it was too late to resist finding her fascinating.  

I was still amazed at how much I turned out to enjoy the story, not so much for the sex, of which there is more than enough, as for the characters and the writing. Whether readers who are seriously into dubcon and/or noncon sex and slavery will enjoy it, I really can’t tell. I knew at least one very-much-in-demand sadist quite well, but she was strictly into consensual bondage and beating, and only with submissives who truly got off on pain and humiliation. She also had no patience at all with wiseass remarks. If you share that mind set, you’ve been warned. If you just want a good, diverting story, well, if you can handle the harsh parts, this might be for you.