Dinner with friends, and a new face--tall, blonde and beautiful, with long golden tresses and a ready laugh. My lesbian side was enthralled. Yet, something was different. What shoulders! Later, outside the restaurant, I found her crying. She had been dumped, her guy leaving in his car with her suitcase. Poor Brogan had no place to stay. I invited her home, and that night I learned part of the truth. She's in transition. Did I take advantage of a woman in distress? Sorry, I wasn't raised that way. The next morning, though, was different. Brogan showed me all her secrets.
I'm a former journalist of more than 20 years now dedicated to something I actually know something about: sex. (Don't search K.C. Cave, though--it's a pen name.) My characters are real people and I like to make them funny. I also like to make the sex explicit. Funny, isn't it, that explicit sex is more or less taboo, while violence is okay? Not ha-ha funny, though.
I like erotica where no one gets hurt and everyone has fun--and gets off. Including the reader.