The Stranger Behind the Stories
Anonymity was my shield, a necessary precaution in the world of erotic fiction. My true identity remained hidden, even from my readers, as I poured my heart and soul into the stories that brought them pleasure and satisfaction.
I’d written extensively on the subject of forbidden love, and my latest tale was no exception. It began with a chance encounter between two strangers, their paths crossing in a moment that would change the course of their lives forever.
“You’re new around here, aren’t you?” a sultry voice purred, as a pair of piercing green eyes locked onto mine.
“Guilty as charged,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, as I felt a spark of electricity run through my body.
“I’m Molly,” she said, her hand extending in my direction, “and you are…?”
“Just a nameless face in the crowd,” I replied, my eyes never leaving hers, as I felt a connection that went far beyond a simple introduction.