I started writing erotica because I got bored. Bored with what was out there. Bored that none of the characters I encountered looked like me or my lovers. Bored with vanilla lesbionic sex stories. Bored with not getting turned on. I’m thankful Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica was not around a few years ago, if only for the fact that it cures the boredom that ailed me. I might not have felt the need to put my work out there if books such as this existed and I certainly wouldn’t have had the honor of being included in such a brilliant work.
This scintillating anthology had me jilling off more than any other book I’ve laid hands on. Or hand, as it were.
The number of times various characters utter the words “good girl” alone was nearly enough to keep me coming. But trust me, there’s more — so very much more — in this blessed book for you to revel in, even if that isn’t your thing.
You’ll find a delicious array of genders and plenty of genderfucking, such as the butch top who surprises hymself by taking home an unsurprised boi…who sucks up every second of earning the right to flag in Sassafras Lowry’s “Black Hanky.”
With all the self-aggrandizing going on in kink communities as of late — such as attempts to be edgier-than-thou by shaming safewords or foregoing other safety measures — it was refreshing to see lines like “Aftercare was going to be a real pleasure” in Elaine Miller’s blazingly sexy “Going The Distance.” I especially appreciated how D. L. King’s domme routinely checks in with her submissive throughout their scene in “A Public Spectacle.”
The writers in Say Please aren’t afraid to get dirty. Although Dusty Horn’s narrator is referring to her unpolished boots, hot lines like “When you see me filthy, you know I mean it” are just dripping with innuendo and vulgar promises. And she makes good.
As I turned the final page, I melodramatically went into mourning. Say Please had me practically begging for more. It got me saying please. I bet it’ll get you too.