Sweet, sensual adoration and dirty, rough sex meet in this anthology of queer smut penned by Top Sex Blogger Sinclair Sexsmith. The complete collection includes sixteen of Sinclair’s best queer erotica short stories, full of dapper dates, femmes in pretty dresses, flogging, bondage, flirting on the subway, bold moves, and (of course) strap-ons. From ongoing lovers to one-night stands, the kinky queer butch top protagonist delivers heart and dominance, over and over.
Sinclair Sexsmith is "the best-known butch erotica writer whose kinky, groundbreaking stories have turned on countless queer women" (AfterEllen), who "is in all the books, wins all the awards, speaks at all the panels and readings, knows all the stuff, and writes for all the places" (Autostraddle). Their sex, gender, kink, and relationship blog Sugarbutch appears frequently on top sex blog lists, and their short story collection, Sweet & Rough: Queer Kink Erotica, was a 2016 finalist for the Lambda Literary Award. They identify as a white non-binary butch dominant, a survivor, and an introvert, and use the pronouns they, them, theirs, themself. Follow all their writings at patreon.com/mrsexsmith.
This was a great collection of butch/femme erotica tales
I thoroughly enjoyed myself while reading the various different scenes ranging from bondage, whipping, spanking, public sex, D/s, and good old fashioned fingering. The only complaint I have is how each story was told. They were all told through the butches perspective. I would have loved just one story told through the femmes eyes, how she saw her butch, her body, her movements, her c*ck, everything. My favourite scenes were when the butch stepped into Dom/me role and the femme submitted to her "Sir".
If you're looking to warm up in the colder months then check this out.
This is erotica as it should be. Smart, sexy, and makes your heart race as you read it. Not just the old butch/femme trope, there are plenty of delicious unexpected twists to go around and back again.
In the preface to this collection, Mr. Sexsmith writes, “I deeply believe that the personal is political and that being transparent about one’s life is a spiritual path.” It’s this belief that, in my mind, makes Sinclair’s smut some of the absolute best I’ve ever read. It takes a writer who knows themself to take you here, to the place I find myself after reading these stories. This is a real life introduction to there person behind the stories, a firm handshake from the confident butch who ends one story with the beautiful and simple statement, “My name’s Sinclair.”
Yes. You’re pleased to meet them. Sinclair Sexsmith has a dirty mind and a cocksure grip on their pen, taking you deep inside these sixteen fantasies. This collection is not a quick fix. These are slow stories that burn like booze in the back of your throat and make you just as dizzy.
You will love this because it gets you off. You will love it because it’s sure of itself. These stories were written to suck you inside of each and everyone. Sinclair knows exactly how good they are at doing just that.
You will love the cocky swagger. The control. The quick pull and thrust. But it’s the poetry woven throughout this smoking hot smut that will leave you breathless. “She tastes like the night air in summer when it’s about to turn fall and the trees are beginning to shiver their leaves. I still taste like whiskey.”
Several perfectly crafted moments make me want to see the dirtiest, uncensored, queer film noir movie that I always wish existed. The collection kicks off with sweetness. Milkshakes. Fedoras. Garters. The movies. The swinging barstools at the counter. The warm slice of pie. A pretty lady and a cocky butch. And moves confidently into the roughness of calloused fingers, bruising grips, and filthy dumpsters. I wanted to watch a young Humphrey Bogart, or better yet, Lauren Bacall, lean into a dirty doorway and say, “You know how to get fucked, don’t you?” The stories are visceral. Filled with urgent desire and dark wants.
I found myself jotting down quotes as I devoured these stories. I wanted to share so many with you, but I resisted the urge. You have to find these moments on your own. You need to. It’s the way they unfold within the stories. These little moments that pause in exactly the right spot.
Read this as part of a queer book club, and it was just... underwhelming. All the women Sinclair was with were all femme thin white women, who were often nameless and lacked any depth beyond lackluster descriptions of their appearances. The book was full of cliche tropes with library scenes, a straight girl, etc. Maybe one chapter out of the 16 actually elicited some emotion in me, with each story line following practically the same arch that was almost never satisfying. There also needed to be more editing for all the spelling mistakes.
Some of the most self-indulgent writing I’ve ever had the displeasure to read. Painfully pretentious and faux intellectual right from the very beginning with that unbearably contrived author’s note. It’s laced with misogyny and reminiscent of the Bukowski wannabe style that so many male writers adopt, thinking of themselves as these profound observers of life while wrapping up their banality in condescension. The fact that the author is not male is simply proof that jerking off on the page and calling it prose is not limited to gender.
This book has several short erotic stories within it. This is the kind of erotica that gets right down to business in case you’re short on time or patience. Each story features a strong butch top and then varied femme types in each story. The butch is always packing and gives it good & hard to some lucky ladies.
4 stars. Besides some spelling errors this was really well written. I loved the different explorations of sexuality and gender. It was extremely sexy and intimate and I genuinely liked all the stories in this but my favorite was hands down ‘All Five Senses’. Whew! That one really did it for me. Overall, this was great.
these stories were fine. some pieces of them were even more than fine and totally fire. but/and the overall book bored me, felt repetitious, and didnt have much variation.
The mix of both kinky BDSM and sexual liaisons hits me in all the right spots, so when I was asked to review Sinclair Sexsmith’s new book, Sweet and Rough: Sixteen Stories of Queer Smut, I started feeling that familiar tingling all over again. Each story is a power struggle, though sometimes it isn’t revealed till the last few paragraphs who was actually topping and bottoming in each scene. I like the fact that, as with real life BDSM relationships, and some vanilla ones too, that twist of fate is sometimes what makes things the most interesting. At one point in time while I was reading Sweet and Rough, I was sitting in the waiting room at a dentist’s office while my girlfriend was getting her teeth cleaned. My fingers were flipping through the pages of the book on my Kindle and my breathing started to get quick and heavy because of how turned on I was. Reading about butch on femme sex has always made me wet, and the fact that this book was written so well was making me squirm with pleasure on the uncomfortable couch. When I looked up from the screen, I saw that the receptionist was staring at me a bit. I wasn’t exactly sure why, but then she asked me if I was OK, and said that I looked flushed. While I hadn’t yet read the chapter called “The Worst in Me,” I did the following day, and I realized that the scenario in the dentist’s office waiting room was my life imitating the words in this book. In that particular story, Sinclair is reading erotica on the subway when they see a beautiful stranger across the way. The stranger plays the coy, damsel in distress routine, asking for some help with her luggage. After some awkward conversation and a few trips mysterious trips to the bathroom, their eyes meet through sly glances, and a hot, steamy session of strap-on sex commences right there on the train. While I didn’t get to bang the receptionist at my girlfriend’s dentist, the thought definitely did cross my mind. Maybe it’s just because I’m a Pervert, and I usually fantasize about banging most people I encounter, but I’d like to think that life was setting me up for what was to come (or cum, as ended up happening several times while I was reading.) in the book. I think that the main reason why I was able to connect so completely with the stories that Sinclair tells, is because they are feasibly real. These are undeniably raw stories of queer sex. You’ll find a little bit of romance with consensual partners, but there’s a whole lot of living in the moment, and finding yourself in the right place at the right time. Coincidence giving birth to sexual adventure. Since most of you know that I’m one hell of a bibliophile, the fact that more than one of the stories (“All Five Senses” and “Popsicle in the Library,”) take place in a library is obviously appealing. In one story, Sinclair going out for a smoke behind a dive bar and ends up with a soaking wet dick. In another, it’s just a matter of being lucky enough to get caught in the “trap” that a butch/femme couple set to score themselves a threesome. There are so many layers of sexuality and Sinclair writes each character with those dimensions in mind. If you love reading queer erotica, and thinking about strap-on sex and cock sucking in all sorts of public places turns you on, you really need to check out Sinclair Sexsmith’s new book, Sweet and Rough: Sixteen Stories of Queer Smut. You’re in for plenty of sticky pages (or screens, as the case may be) and you’ll be flying through orgasms in no time.
I got a free copy of this in exchange for an honest review of the anthology -- so here I am.
Normally, I don't read erotica at all. I used to read terrible Danielle Steel novels as a teen, but years of terrible fanfiction have pretty much made me weary of reading anything. Now, don't get me wrong, there are plenty of lovely bits of fiction out there, but for the longest time I was convinced that erotica just wasn't for me. I am glad that Sinclair Sexsmith has proved me wrong.
A collection of 16 stories written using prompts from readers of their blog, Sweet and Rough is a delightful romp that I felt completely unapologetic about reading. Normally, I would read "Introductions" at the end (for fear of spoilers), but in this case, as it was the ebook version, I felt I could get away with it. Like Sexsmith, I too believe that the sexual and the political are intrinsically linked, and nowhere more so than in queer spaces. The stories feature Sinclair as the main character and contain a colourful, devilish and delicious array of femme women, with all their oddities and kinks. This is unashamedly filled with sex: and it's hot, delicious, intriguing and incredibly well written.
Normally, I cringe at anything that goes into too much detail, because I'm used to ridiculous flowery language. Nothing like that from Sexsmith: their wording is consistent throughout and I found myself thoroughly swept up in the story (which is another great positive, as most erotica fiction has only the thin veneer of a set up). Which admittedly did make it a little bit awkward at times to be on the train during the morning commute...
Overall, this is an incredibly fun, kinky and delightful collection. Sure, it's not perfect, but it is head and shoulders above a lot of the stuff that gets published in the genre. I would actually disagree with them on the notion of safe sex and its prevalence in the stories. I fully agree that erotica should be mindful of certain issues regarding STI and BDSM safeguards (in the same way that I wish straight porn would use condoms more often, for example), but I felt that the stories were very much full of enthusiastic consent. Yes, fantasies have more leeway and one shouldn't grind it to a halt to constantly reinforce safety words for example, but I never felt leery reading these stories. They are very mindful of the subject and Sexsmith's introduction is incredibly good at explaining exactly that: these are kinky fantasies, but one should always practice enthusiastic consent and safe, sane and consensual BDSM scene.
I would heartily recommend that you take this book into the bedroom with you and get ready to be swept off your feet. I very much look forward to all future projects from Sexsmith, and once again, my heartfelt thanks for the copy of the book!
I think Sinclair Sexsmith has entered my mind. This is exactly what I want a butch to think when we go on a date. I want them to appreciate all of the hard work I’ve put into making myself up, then I want them to fuck it all up in a wild rage of (consensual) lust.
But Sinclair knows I want this. Sinclair knows what they’re doing to me.
What is glaringly apparent reading Sweet and Rough: Sixteen Stories of Queer Smut is that Sinclair Sexsmith knows lust, desire, and longing, and better than that, Sinclair knows what to do with those emotions, knows how to use them against the femme-fatale, the soft butch boi, the reader lying in her bed, wishing she could jump into the pages of this book with them all.
Created from the fantasies of both Sinclair and the readers of SugarButch.net, Sweet and Rough is a wonderfully voyeuristic look into the mind of a sadistic butch top. It’s less rough and more sweet than I expected from Sinclair, but maybe that’s because the book’s preface – itself a great essay worth reading about kinky erotic fantasies versus actual sexual relationships – prepared me for something more risqué.
Some of it is ‘problematic,’ depending on your viewpoint, and I wouldn’t claim otherwise – but they still have so much value, and can jump-start our erotic engines or show us how much more can be incorporated into our erotic lives.
Still, these stories are delicious and enticing, making me deeply regret missing that one night Sinclair and I were supposed to split a hotel room while speaking at a conference at Yale. The sapiosexual in me loves the way Sinclair makes conversations foreplay, subtly bringing in discussions on gender and identity without distracting from the erotic flow.
Whether butch, femme, or something in between, the reader is transported into Sinclair’s world and taken along the journey to sexual satiation. A great collection of erotic literature, I highly suggest picking up a copy.
Sixteen sexy stories; I came out of reading these tales these convinced that Sinclair had a thing for the clinking of ice cubes and sultry looks from lowered eyes…and I appreciate someone who knows what turns them on! There’s lots of blushing from both the tops and the bottoms here, and lots of bottoms determinedly making their needs known, either overtly or more subtly. These stories are rich with sensuality, awash in steamy kisses, soft flesh, and dim lights. I loved how much attention Sinclair paid to the audial, with tons of sexy moans, groans, and sighs. Some favorite bits were the sly humor of the characters ordering a (sexually) vanilla shake and all-American apple pie in “Diner on the Corner”, the tension in “One Solid Astor”, the pre-fuck struggle in “The Photo Shoot”, and the naughtiness of fucking in the library in two stories, “Popsicle in the Library” and “All Five Senses.”
The discussion in the Introduction rocked. Smut is created to entertain. It is story telling and fantasy, not sex education, and I’d like for it to stay that way! I want realistic smut and I want hot smut, but not didactic smut (shudder!) How do we find that balance? I’m glad Sinclair is talking about this and working their answers into their fiction.
This is an amazing collection of erotica put together and written by Sinclair Sexsmith. I enjoyed every story that is in the collection and do not regret purchasing this book. I have been a fan of Sexsmith's blog for quite some time now and reading this collection of erotica has made me an even bigger fan. If you're looking for some amazing queer smut erotica, this anthology is for you!