I'm not a lesbian. I'm not even a straight guy with a thing for girl-on girl action. What I am is a writer and, as such, I can tell you, with all confidence in my professional opinion, that this book it hot with two t's.
The Number 91 has nothing to do with Kabbalistic numerology, though it may well elicit an enthusiastic `Amen' anyway. Heidi Champa's story is actually a steamy tale of streetcar desire that does in fact turn on a conductor called Stella. Another transportation-themed turn-on is Anamika's Ladies Coupe. This one is set on a cross-country train in India. Each involves a confident, beautiful woman in (and out of) uniform who may not be quite what she first seems.
I also loved The Stripper and the Butch Wannabe. Renee Strider's piece plays with butch/femme roles and the dynamics of sexual power in delightful and surprising ways. And the very steamy Ice by Rachel Charnan gave me chills. I now have a major crush on the glowering, monosyllabic (though not entirely cold-hearted) sculptrix of this one's titular medium.
One thing all these authors do very well - better than most male-penned erotica - is anticipation. Every story aches with it. There is also a whole lot of swagger. No bodice-rippers, these. I hope you'll forgive me for calling the 2011 BLE collection ballsy but `bold and gutsy' just doesn't cut it. This stuff is tuff.
If you buy the hardcover, resist the temptation to do unspeakable things to its spine. Or at least get the e-version as a backup.