Sexuality has always been a part of my life though I was not interested in boys or girls until I reached my late teens. In a number of ways, I was lucky as a young girl. I had several strong women who enjoyed being productive members of society and being feminine. I have always been an avid reader though my adult years have been too busy to read like I used to. The thing about being a young woman who reads a lot meant that people were eager to give me bags of books that I would consume only to desire more. At first, they were all young adults but as the years progressed people would just throw what they could find at garage sales. There were also several book stores in the ’80s that allowed me to exchange what I had for new titles. The first erotica type books came in the form of Harlequin novellas. These were all set up in the same plot profiles there is a woman in distress then she finds a man that torments her in some manner. They fall in love but conflict keeps them apart then comes the plot twist that reunites them and they live happily ever after. Recently I picked up one of these and little has changed on the plot structure level. The sexual interaction is generally two scenes in two hundred pages. The true Harlequin's are not very explicit they skirt around the details of sexual interaction between the main characters. 

My first interaction into what I would consider erotica was a historical romance about a white woman kidnapped by Native American Indians when she was a young child. She escapes to find herself in the company of a handsome trapper. They fall in love she does not understand she is white and thinks they can never be together. I no longer have the book it was many years ago but the story fascinated me. Then came the Savage series these were far more graphic than I had previously been exposed to. It was during this time I stumbled across a VHS tape of The Devil In Mrs. Jones. The first porno I watched was not at someone else’s house it was a video my father forgot he put at the back of his collection. He never knew and I kept my secret to myself. The series of books that made me contemplate erotica during my late teens and early twenties was the Earth Children like Clan of the Cave Bear and the ones that followed. 

Now that I am writing my own stories I think about the structures of some of the great stories I encountered as a growing teen. The only smut book I ever received came from a neighbor who would allow me to take anything in their collection. I used to hide it under my dresser and one day I left the corner barely showing. My mother found it and had a fit unknowing that for years I had read as graphic in books she would give me. My underlying goal is to always create characters that are engaging and storylines that people want to read till they are rewarded with steamy sex scenes that are penthouse forum style.