You've read about them, these sisters under the skin, vulnerable to the temptations of Sappho. . .Passion-starved twilight girls crossing over into a man's world of high withers, rippling hindquarters and glossy coats. . .
Meet women like Pauline in Miss Barnard's Unit--the country girl bereft of feminine influence who comes of age in World War I, and comes undone in the arms of a worldly debutante. . .Terry in Snake Eyes for Silky, a jockey from the school of hard knocks who falls hard for a whip-wielding gangster's moll, and finds that she must choose between her heart and her horse . . . Innocents like Lena and Lily in The Chosen Horse, who bond over the sad fate of a cart horse, and their unspoken need to tread the waters of Lesbos . . .A world-class jumper like Julie in Lady Snow, a champion tempted by the irresistible rhythms of the bisexual Euro-beat. . .A young girl like Oreola in Pastures of Passion, who follows a lost foal to a curious farm girl--and her own destiny. . .
These Are The Women Of The Big Book Of Lesbian Horse Stories. The Paddock Gates Are Open--Come Inside And Join The Fun!
With an inspired sense of nostalgia, sensation, and wry humor, Alisa Surkis and Monica Nolan invite readers back into the curves of third-sex pulp fiction where odd-girls-out now ride as free as a filly with their Bohemian desires--side-saddle be damned. But this time, from coy flirtation to requited lust, there's nary a man in sight to set them on the straight-and-narrow.
Women. Crime. Justice. At least the search for it. On the mean streets, the back allies, the dark corners.
These are stories of tough women in hard places. The nights are long, the women are fast, and danger is always a short block or quick minute away. Edited by award winning author/editors J.M. Redmann and Greg Herren, Women of the Mean Streets is an anthology of some of the top, tough women crime writers today, noir stories with a lesbian twist.
"I read the book with wonder and emotion. The love between Michaela and Rivi is depicted precisely and delicately. . . . It's beautiful."--Amos Oz
"More than anything else, the book is a temple of love to the imaginary, and to literature as an option for deep and vigorous living."--Ya'ara Muki, "Time Out"
Written by best-selling Israeli author Judith Katzir, "Dearest Anne" is a stirring record of an artist's coming-of-age during the 1970s and the story of a hidden, erotic love affair between a teenaged girl and her married teacher, Michaela.
After reading Anne Frank's diary, young Rivi starts a series of writing notebooks that document the angst of growing up in rural Israel. The entries reveal how her crush on her literature teacher develops into a poignant and turbulent love affair that lasts for years before its scandalous end.
Decades later, the grown Rivi, now a mother, wife, and established author, comes to terms with the forbidden love that shaped her future.
Judith Katzir was born in Haifa, Israel, in 1963. Her previous works include "Inland Lighthouses, Closing the Sea" (published under the name Yehudit Katzir), and "Matisse Has the Sun in His Belly," for which she received the Book Publishers Association's Platinum and Gold Book Prizes, the Prime Minister's Prize, and the French WIZO Prize.
Dalya Bilu is a well-known translator of Hebrew literature. She has been awarded the Israel Culture and Education Ministry Prize for Translation.
Dionne Brand powerfully delves into uncharted aspects of urban life, the bittersweetness of youth, and secrets families try to hide. Tuyen is an aspiring artist and the daughter of Vietnamese parents who've never recovered from losing one of their children while in the rush to flee Vietnam in the 1970s. She rejects her immigrant family's hard-won lifestyle, and instead lives in a rundown apartment with friends--each of whom is grappling with their own familial complexities and heartache.
In turns thrilling and heartbreaking, Tuyen's lost brother--who has since become a criminal in the Thai underworld--journeys to Toronto to find his long-lost family. As Quy's arrival nears, tensions build, friendships are tested, and an unexpected encounter will forever alter the lives of Tuyen and her friends.
Gripping at times, heartrending at others, What We All Long For is an ode to a generation of longing and identity, and to the rhythms and pulses of a city and its burgeoning, questioning youth.
Flemish writer Françoise Mallet-Joris was 20 years old in 1951 when her first novel, Le Rempart des Beguines — published in English as The Illusionist — created a sensation in France. This contemplative, beautifully written book, with its dark undercurrents of desire, has its origins in Madame Bovary and the novels of Colette, and was a precursor to Françoise Sagan’s similarly themed Bonjour Tristesse.
Emerging author Chavisa Woods has been noted for capturing a "strange, troubling vision of domestic life in the rural U.S." (Go Magazine). Here she presents a technicolored vision of rural adolescence, the story of a girl with an unpronounceable name—a fiery, unhinged, growling, big-hearted country girl in a dirty black tutu and combat boots who travels along all the bizarre yet familiar byways of human desire from the cornfields of Louisiana and the big brass sound of Mardi Gras to the heights of the Empire State Building. Turning the tradition of the southern gothic novel on its head, Woods presents a new land of contemporary misfits including fire-dancers, pseudo-Nazis who breed albino animals, Catholic workers, horse thieves, and the archangel Gabrielle.
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The action can be gut-level tough, as in Jove Belle’s ”Hollis” where anti-terrorism boot camp surges over the inevitable edge into BDSM, or heart-wrenching as in Evan Mora’s “A Cop’s Wife” when death threats sharpen the need for life-affirming sex to a keen edge, or quirky as well as steamy while Teresa Noelle Roberts’s cop finds a way to maintain respect for her own “Dress Uniform” while indulging her anime-girl lover’s cos-play kink. Delilah Devlin, Andrea Dale, R. G. Emanuelle, Cheyenne Blue, and all the other contributors offer their own sizzling visions of the complexity and depth, the strength and vulnerability, and above all the commanding, overwhelming sex appeal of Lesbian Cops.
Sudden sex, when your need is too great wait. Sex in planes, trains and automobiles, and roller coasters, carnival rides, elevators, and ferries as well; and if a bed is handy, that’s fine too. Shanna Germain’s “Answering the Call” shows us games EMTs play in an ambulance, while Victoria Janssen’s “The Airplane Story” crams us into the metal-walled bondage of an airliner restroom. Sommer Marsden makes the very best use of “An Hour,” Allison Wonderland gets it “Off and On” in under ten minutes, and Tigress Healy offers “Six Minutes or It’s Free.” But there’s more to it than speed, and the sixty-nine pieces in Girl Fever by skilled writers Cheyenne Blue, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Delilah Devlin,
These Wild Girls tell stories of their own Wild Nights (and days,) memories too hot to keep undercover. Real women with real needs and overwhelming desires find the courage to reveal intimate, unrestrained details of their sex lives, the need to share their stories second only to the urgent impulses that drove the action in the first place. There are first times, life-long commitments, and fleeting encounters to savor for a lifetime. Tenderness merges with edge-play; scenes shift from Caribbean islands to desert battlefields to the ultimate privacy of home; and the writers range from well-known names to newcomers driven to share fresh memories they’ll never forget. In Evan Mora’s “The Insatiable Travel Itch,” repression in public drives her wild. “Transported, transplanted, we are transgressors. And it makes me fucking wet.” Angel Propps struggles to face her deepest desires. “The word Daddy had a familiar shape on my tongue, but not in my head, and for one second I was sure I was going to Hell—and then I came.” She’d found, of course, “The Daddy I Didn’t Know I Needed.” Anna Watson, in “Tamago,” gives a poignant and sizzling view of being a lesbian femme who loves butches. “I know being femme is what makes the breath blow out of me when she calls and says, ‘Babe, I just wanted you to know that I was driving along here, thinking about your breasts.’” Reality doesn’t have to be prosaic. Real sex can be wet, messy, frenzied, sometimes even awkward, but never boring. With these writers and seventeen more, “Wild Girls, Wild Nights: True Lesbian Sex Stories” is the proof of that.