Sinclair Sexsmith's Lesbian BDSM Erotica Reading Tonight

Bois & grrrlz, we have got a treat for you today. Hot of the queer presses, a brand new anthology of queer lesbianish (trans/genderqueer inclusive) BDSM erotica has just been released. The book is Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica, and if you're lucky enough to be in the NYC area this Friday, come on down to Bluestockings for a live reading & release party with editor Sinclair Sexsmith and several other writers from the anthology.

Whether you're a super-kinky mofo or just window shopping in the world of bondage erotica, there is something for everyone in this book. And as an unapologetic intellectual elitist, let me take this moment to assure you that the writing is top-notch. Gone are those old teenage days of sneaking naughty queer books out of the library only to get home and realize they all suck (and not in the good way).

The sheer variety of kinks and roles explored in these stories is a triumph to the whole genre of anthology erotica; there's tops and bottoms here of every queer gender expression, some told from the point of view of the suave dom daddy and others through the eyes of the perfectly coiffed, role-playing housewife in pink lipstick and 6-inch heels. One thing all the stories have in common is that they all portray safe, consensual sex, which I particularly appreciate as a reader. Sure, it's fantasy; but even in our flights of fancy, we queers remember our safe words.

Then make yourself comfy, lock the door, and enjoy this delicious short teaser from "Not Without Permission" by editor Sinclair Sexsmith.

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My girl, Kristen, is on her knees on the hardwood floor next to my desk for a full minute before I realize she’s not petting the cat or tying her shoe: she wants my attention.

I stop typing and turn toward her slightly. “Yes?”

She hands me her collar, eyes downcast. “It’s Tuesday night.”

“Yes?” I take the collar from her palms. I know what she wants, but I want to hear her say it.

“You said I could ...” she hesitates. “You said I could come tonight.”

“I did, huh.”

“Yes,” she brings her eyes up to mine, searching: didn’t I remember?  Of course I did.

“I think I said you would have the to come tonight.”

She looks hopeful, grateful.

I finger her collar. “When I put this on,