Growing up in the southern United States, I preferred Wonder Woman to my brother’s favorite, G.I. Joe, and daydreamed of being captive to Catwoman or other aggressive beauties. Seriously.
Although I received my journalism degree from the same university attended by Charles Kuralt, David Brinkley, and Brook Baldwin, among others, my goal was to write fiction-with no delusions of emulating Thomas Wolfe, another alumnus of my Alma Mater. Nearly all of my fiction gravitates toward dominant women.
I’ve never interacted with alluring Alpha ladies in real life, but I did serve a stint as G.I. Joe.
After receiving the Purple Heart while working as a photojournalist with the U.S. Army, I worked as a communicator in fields ranging from technical writing to covering local sports and business reporting. I edited a monthly banking magazine for twelve years-including writing or rewriting most of the copy, taking all the photos at bank meetings, selling ads, and laying out the magazine.
Although I am currently focused on writing, while dabbling with cover experiments, my output is painfully slow. Perhaps “painfully” is the right operative word for Femdom.
Femdom and fetishism fit hand in glove, so to speak, and I am hyper-sensitive to several fetishes. I prefer women in wet-look, latex, or leather skirts or dresses, not catsuits or patriotic bathing suits. (With all due respect, Wonder Woman, black would look sexier.) Open-bottom girdles are my Kryptonite, and long, shiny gloves give a woman a kinky, nearly sinister look.
Noble beauties and raunchy vixens entice and galvanize me in their distinctly different manners, and my stories frequently depict this dichotomy.
If I didn’t write about femmes fatales, I would probably draw or photograph them. (But I think Sardax has Femdom art covered quite well by himself.) I’m currently experimenting with CAD drawing to create book covers.