There are the fabled urban myths of lesbians who fill up a U-Haul on the second date and lead sweetly romantic lives of cocoa and comfy slippers. Safe and sound. A lot of cozy and not much crazy. These are NOT those stories- these are wild women with dirty minds, untamed tongues, and even the occasional cuff or clamp. A lotta crazy and no cozy slippers to be seen.


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.