And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it was to blossom.
– Anaïs Nin

Why are you here?

In this loveless, everyday life, eroticism is a substitute for love.

I cannot give you love, nor tales of erotica, because I only write to “taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.”

And this, is my escape.

Welcome to my beautiful prison.