My first literary thrills were awakened by Anais Nin’s Venus Erotica whom I discovered almost by chance in the back of our family library.
Too late, the virus had just been inoculated, since this revelation, I’ve never really been able to get away from this particular genre.
As my tastes were refined, while crawling on the internet, I discovered many naughty sites, often torrid sometimes extreme, which I hope will not leave you indifferent.
Of all my readings, the classics that are Pauline Réage’s Story of O, and Sade’s Justine, or the Misfortunes of the Virtue represent for me works of reference.
Without revealing any of their secrets, but somewhat disappointed by their respective endings, they represent for me summits that I had to climb, maybe failing to reach them.
