All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens Throughout the Ages by Saundra Mitchell

Available At: Liberty, Rampart

Categories : LGBTQ+, Sexual

Description: Historical Fiction involving stories about queer teens in various times.

YA Label?: No

Notes: This book contains sexual content, LGBTQ, and witchcraft.

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Page 27: I would let me breasts lay against his skin…I lifted my red poncho and my shirt, and I showed the men my breasts.

Page 78: I try threats. If you don’t go soft, you’ll have no supper, though my body seems far more interested in sex than food. BUT LOOK AT HIS CHEST, it seems to scream in response. I try bargaining. If you go soft, I’ll give you a good workout tonight. BUT LOOK AT HIS BARE THIGHS. I try pleading, If you do not settle, all of these boys are going to see me go stiff over Joost and I will get more than a handful of snow to the back of his head. BUT LOOK AT HIS–.

Page 177: Robin tilted his head toward the wood. We walked into the trees, hands linked. I felt the air buzz with insect song and my body hummed in harmony. At the creek, Robin guided me to a tree stump, opened my shirt. His hands were small and elegantly formed. Water ran through them, liquid threads of mirror, like mercury. “You don’t have to,” I said, but he silenced me with a kiss…Robins kiss felt like that. Gently he tore his lips away and washed my neck, my chest. I shrugged the tunic off. His fingers traced the terrain of my body, each ridge and slope of muscle. They raked through the trail of hair at my belly as he kissed me again. “Robin,” I said aloud and from his smirk I knew I’d moaned his name.

Page178: When he finally grasped between my legs I thought my teeth might shatter.

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