I am a wealthy Libertine in the last flower of youth. My seductions shape the world’s turnings. On a recent trip to America, it was brought to my attention that one of London’s most flamboyant artists is all talk, no action.
This man, Mr. Wilde, preaches unfettered self-expression, yet his poetry bores, his plays stink and he has a baby at home.
His genius is cramped.
Well, I am hotter than the sun. I am an able conversationalist. And I am a master of sex. Watch me draw Mr. Wilde to my country estate and initiate him in the ways of true self-expression.
Once I am done with him, Mr. Wilde’s genius will translate to the page, and history will credit me with setting him free.
I write literary fiction for small audiences. Until now, I've written erotic romance solely for myself. I feel that writing the full experience of life into fantasy makes it so much richer. Pleasure is sweeter when pain is around the corner. Kindness means more in the wake of cruelty.