Tossed out on the street for the life I chose to live, I was shunned by family and friends alike. Whore. Slut. Pervert. Those were the kinder names they called me as the door slammed closed in my face. Had I not been in college at the time I would have had nowhere to go, no means to support myself. For ten long years I put them out of my mind and moved on. While I could never replace my family, I made new friends, friends that understood who and what I was from the very beginning. And for the first time in a very long time I was truly happy. And then there came a knock at my front door.
Looking out through the peephole, I nearly had a heart attack. Standing there on my front porch after a decade was the ringleader herself. My mother. She came to apologize, to once and for all understand why I’ve chosen to live my life as a submissive, but she had a mountain to climb if I were ever going to let her back in my life and I sure as hell was not going to make it easy on her.
Crimson Rose is an erotica writer dedicated to the principle that erotic fiction can be red-hot raunchy while also being written with intelligence, elegance and style.
When asked about the subject matter of her stories she had this to say:
"I sometimes deal with strange and taboo subject matter, but my stories are never dark and my characters are never victims (though some of them may pretend otherwise). My characters always enjoy and exult in their sexuality, engaging in their various unusual and illicit acts with unapologetic joy and a zest for life."
Crimson Rose has been writing erotic fiction for more than two decades. Her stories were written mainly for the pleasure of herself, her husband, and a few select friends, but now they are here for the enjoyment of all.