I had begun writing erotica at the request of someone else, several years ago. I did as I had been ordered, not knowing what to expect, but the interesting thing was that I discovered that, over time, it began to free me – from my life, from expectations placed upon me, and most importantly, from myself. And I discovered that I wasn’t too bad at it, and that I enjoyed it! Yet I was beginning to feel displaced. Did I want to write about the sexual as something disparate and standalone with no context and no feeling? Did I want to write about the erotic at all? Why was I doing so?
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A Quick Update…
I want to say a big thank you, first of all, to my lovely readers who follow this blog. Having been dragged into the blogosphere kicking and screaming, I have discovered to my amazement how much I enjoy bringing you new posts each week, and how much I want to keep creating fiction for you. … Continue reading A Quick Update…