These are my confessions, a few of the true stories that shaped my own sexual being, told in the same, secret whisper I might tell them to you if we were alone, sharing the heat of memory in the dark... ——- FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING & AWARD WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITT ——- Every erotica writer will some day face the question, “Did that really happen?” The thought that there might be a glimmer of truth behind the fiction seems more titillating in erotica than any other genre. The truth is, most mystery writers have never experienced anything like a real murder, but almost all erotica writers have presumably had sex, and have certainly been shaped by early experiences. In light of that, what is contained here is a series of short scenes titled “Confessions”-because that’s just what they are, a few of the true stories that shaped my own sexual being. Are they all completely factual? I don’t know if a fiction writer ever writes anything that is ever completely fact. Even when we’re journaling, we’re not journalists, after all. Nor are we poets. Fiction writers tell stories, we elaborate, we give the truth “scope.” So while I will say that most, if not all, of these stories did, indeed, happen, in some sense of the word-I have certainly, as most writers do, taken liberties, and changed names to protect the innocent. Or not so innocent. But these are my confessions, told in the same, secret whisper I might tell them to you if we were alone, sharing the heat of memory in the dark...