a silicon diva by day and a writer by night. Sometimes the night
spills into day, and then the boss gets upset… Well, you
know how it goes.
always wanted to say I was "born a poor black child,"
like Steve Martin, but it just doesn’t fit. I was just a
little blond, lower middle class, 'burb kid. Probably explains
the bizarre obsession with all things sexual. Being a policeman’s
daughter didn’t help. I started writing at the tender age
of ten…albeit (yes, I admit it…) poetry. Don’t
worry; I sought help after the angst-ridden teenage years.
got into the Internet scene in 1997, when I was one of the founding
members (fiction editor and product reviewer) of Clean
Sheets webzine. That was when I learned about "free
sex toys." Whoo hoo! Boxes of toys to review -- I was in
boundary-shaking heaven! Living in Sodom and Gomorrah, er, the
San Francisco Bay Area, helped to support the sex-toy habit in
didn’t stop there… oh no. I had to write. As every
writer knows: to be a better writer, it means you have to read.
A lot. (Wink, wink!). I think I cornered the market on erotica
sales. Hell, I got my own reading table at B&N. All that pent
up energy had to go somewhere, and it got published. I’ve
been published in Exhibitions: Tales of Sex in the City,
Aqua Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2001,
Batteries Not Included, and a few others.
just don’t feel quite done…the hunger still seethes
beneath the surface. Can I unleash it upon you?
and feel free to visit my website: The
© 2003 by Kristine