Erotica is my true love. Some tales arise from my own lived moments, carefully distorted to shield those who adventurously wander into my labyrinth. Others are the manifestations of my imagination, conjured in solitary depths of hunger, fingers drifting where they will. Some are confessions, intimate fantasies whispered into my ear that I might breathe life into them.

I must admit, I delight when readers try to guess which stories are real, and I invite you to join in the game. But in this matter, I will never confess!