From now on, I give direct access to my writings, on my own space. It's free!

Click the link on the left side and access three short (erotic) stories that I have written since last September.

You will access the French and English versions. Everything is free: access, the writings.

 


With "The Muse", you will be able to read "Do you remember Kibune?" in its entirety as well as a brand new creation that will immerse you in France in 1819, entitled "Shadow and Light".
I insist for the absent-minded: it is explicitly erotic.

Happy reading!

DI


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