Self-Pleasure: "Okay" for your Fav Female Characters to Indulge?
Self-Pleasure: “Okay” for your Fav Female Characters to Indulge?
Have you ever read a romance novel where the female main character pleasures herself?
And YOU, the reader… GASPED in surprise?
Or maybe you nodded in quiet, knowing approval.
It’s not something we see often. Historically, in romance, the woman WAITS
She burns in silence until The Man appears. Until he’s ready. Until the scene finally comes—often at the end of the book—wrapped in slow-burn payoff.
But what if waiting isn’t part of the story?
In Her Dark Prince, Bix Bismark and brooding rockstar Slayer have a “lust-at-first-sight” sort of encounter. The kind loaded with tension, attraction—and serious complications.
But the night doesn’t end the way either of them expected. Slayer pulls back. They part with misunderstandings and frustration.
Bix more infatuated than ever… and completely on her own.
Later in the story, she connects with the only version of him who will: her fantasy.
Is that romantic? I think so.
Not in the tropey, capital-R “we only count it if he’s there” kind of way. But in a raw, embodied, feminine way that doesn’t wait for permission. A desire that’s active. Present.
Knowing.
Fans often ask how I felt writing those scenes. The honest answer? They were fun, freeing, sensual—and even a little funny. As a writer (and reader), I love immediate heat.
So while I appreciate a satisfying slow burn, I don’t think it’s impolite to strike the match a little early.
But I was genuinely surprised how rare these kinds of scenes are. When heroines touch themselves in most stories—if they do at all—it’s a blink-and-you-miss-it moment.
A sentence. A sigh. A soft whirr of a pleasure toy. No emotion. No build-up. Not even a whisper of who they’re thinking about.
I wanted more for Bix.
I wanted her to create the scene—as if she deserved her own attention.
To light the candle. To choose the music. To fully imagine the man she couldn’t have. Not as a fill-in-the-blank fantasy—but as Slayer himself.
And what she imagines is vivid:
A poster above her bed. Slayer shirtless, magnetic, staring down at her. The famed Jagger-meets-dark rock aesthetic he’s known for. And at his zipper? A stitched patch—just like the textured Sticky Fingers album cover.
He’s not an abstraction to her. Not a safe idea.
He’s detailed. Dangerous. Present in her mind, even as he keeps his hands to himself in real life.
That night, she doesn’t just want. She claims.
Some might say a romance needs two people in the room.
But I’d say it starts the moment she dares to feel something—before anyone else says she can.
This isn’t erotica. It’s intimacy.
And Bix deserved that intimacy. So do the women who read stories like hers.
We’re taught, as women and as readers, that waiting is a virtue.
So when a heroine chooses herself—her body, her mood, her desire—it’s still surprising.
But it shouldn’t be.
I enjoyed writing that scene so much, I gave Bix another moment like it in the companion prequel—a private fantasy before the cameras, the pressure, and everything that came next…
🖋️ If that scene moved you — the one where she doesn’t wait, doesn’t apologize, and owns what (who) she wants…
Then you’re ready for Her Dark Prince.
It’s not just a story about a rockstar and a rising star.
It’s about power, pleasure, and what happens when chemistry refuses to play by the rules.
Her Dark Prince is available now on Amazon + Kindle Unlimited.
Search “Her Dark Prince by Sass Green — and let the fantasy get a little closer.
