Call For Submissions — Unspeakably Erotic: Lesbian Kink
Unspeakably Erotic: Lesbian Kink
Edited by D. L. King
To be published by Slate Edge Ink
Deadline: May 31, 2016
Payment: $50 plus 2 copies of the print anthology and one copy of the e anthology
D. L. King is looking for your kinkiest lesbian erotica, in fact, the kinkier, the better.
What is taboo to one might be tame to another and one person’s vanilla might be debauched and utterly kinky to someone else. Rope, handcuffs, wax, needles, tattoos, collars, whips, rubber, leather, worship, degradation, power exchange, butches, femmes, polyamory, food, shaving, phone sex, webcams, porn, role play—I could go on, but I’m not here to tell you what to write.
What’s that story that you’ve always wanted to tell? That one you thought might be just a little “out there,” the one your ex-lover told you never to tell? Go on, you can tell me. Whisper it to me. I’ll never tell. At least, I’ll never tell how it found its way into a book of dirty, kinky, sexy erotica. So tell me something a little transgressive. Make it hot. Make me squirm. Tell me just what happens when women come together, get down and dirty and let the inhibitions go.
Tell me about pain and pleasure. I want to hear about toys and implements, about hardware stores and sex shops, about corsets and trousers, fingers and tongues. You know what I want; I want something unspeakably erotic. But make no mistake, taboo, or not, there are still some things I never want, so don’t send me stories with underage characters, scat, or snuff. You know what to do: just make me happy—and damp.
Stories should be between 2,500 and 4,500 words, double-spaced, 12 pt Times New Roman. Please indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch and do not include extra lines between paragraphs. No fancy fonts, no weird sizes, no bizarre formatting, no strange colors. Do not put a cover sheet on your story. You may send up to two never before published stories. I’ll want exclusive rights for one year from the date of publication (with the exception of “best of” anthologies), and then non-exclusive after that.
Send your story as a .doc attachment (NOT a .docx—if you don’t know how to do that, ask) and include the title, pseudonym (if applicable) and your legal name and mailing address to firstname.lastname@example.org. The subject line should read: Submission: TITLE. Please include a 50-word bio. Direct any questions to the same address. (If you are absolutely unable to send a .doc attachment, I will accept an rtf. But I will not be happy about it.)
Sex and writing. I think I've always been fascinated by both.
Freud was right. I definitely remember feelings that I now recognize as sexual, long before I reached puberty. I was horny before I knew what that meant. My teens and twenties I spent in a hormone-induced haze, perpetually "in love" with someone (sometimes more than one someone). I still recall the moment of enlightenment, in high school, when I realized that I could say "yes" to sexual exploration, even though society told me to say no. Despite being a shy egghead with world-class myopia who thought she was fat, I had managed to accumulate a pretty wide range of sexual experience by the time I got married. And I'm happy to report that, thanks to my husband's open mind and naughty imagination, my sexual adventures didn't end at that point!
Meanwhile, I was born writing. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, though according to family apocrypha, I was talking at six months. Certainly, I started writing as soon as I learned how to form the letters. I penned my first poem when I was seven. While I was in elementary school I wrote more poetry, stories, at least two plays (one about the Beatles and one about the Goldwater-Johnson presidential contest, believe it or not), and a survival manual for Martians (really). I continued to write my way through high school, college, and grad school, mostly angst-ridden poems about love and desire, although I also remember working on a ghost story/romance novel (wish I could find that now). I've written song lyrics, meeting minutes, marketing copy, software manuals, research reports, a cookbook, a self-help book, and a five hundred page dissertation.
For years, I wrote erotic stories and kinky fantasies for myself and for lovers' entertainment. I never considered trying to publish my work until I picked up a copy of Portia da Costa's Black Lace classic Gemini Heat while sojourning in Istanbul. My first reaction was "Wow!". It was possibly the most arousing thing I'd ever read, intelligent, articulate, diverse and wonderfully transgressive. My second reaction was, "I'll bet I could write a book like that." I wrote the first three chapters of Raw Silk and submitted a proposal to Black Lace, almost on a lark. I was astonished when they accepted it. The book was published in April 1999, and all at once, I was an official erotic author.
A lot has changed since my Black Lace days. But I still get a thrill from writing erotica. It's a never-ending challenge, trying to capture the emotional complexities of a sexual encounter. I'm far less interested in what happens to my characters' bodies than in what goes on in their heads.