My passion for writing erotica was curtailed early on. All because of a particular… incident. My mother discovered some naughty notes my sixteen-year old self had penned to my boyfriend. Father was informed. The word ‘slut’ was bandied about. Chaos ensued.
Being the dramatic type and prone to taking myself a bit seriously in my younger days, many years and therapy sessions passed before I was comfortable writing out words like “cock” again. And in fact, the first time I was far from comfortable. But a story congealed in my head and, once there, would give me no respite. It demanded to be let out. In order to get some peace from the words rolling around up there, I finally relented and spilled the words from my head into my laptop.
The first Kyoko Church story emerged. Lucky for me, the first and only person I sent it to was Adam Nevill, then editor of Black Lace for Virgin Books. He accepted it for publication. And the erotica writer bursting to get out was reborn.
So what do I write? Well, to answer that, let's look at one of my favourite words...