"In a word, I'm pretty handy with my keyboard and my pen. And I always have something to say."
Corina
is an accomplished writer and a captivating poetess. You can find her
published work in the
anthologies Viscera, The Adventures of Food, Aqua Erotica, Zaftig:
Well-Rounded Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica,
Shameless: An Intimate Erotica and the forthcoming Girl Play and
in Penthouse magazine. I was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by
Bacchor magazine in 2000, and my work has been seen online in my own
publications at Scarlet Letters, Femmerotic and Scarleteen, and in
other online publications and sites, including Technodyke, PIF Magazine,
Maxi magazine, Cherrybomb, Satin Slippers, ChickClick, CleanSheets, and
Soapbox Girls. My work in writing and publishing has been lauded by such
diverse sources as Adult Video News, CNN, HipMama, The City Pages, Siren,
Playboy, Oxygen, Shift, The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, The Industry
Standard, The Boston Phoenix, The Illinois Library Association, and the
Kinsey Institute. Some of my pieces have been used in college courses
such as at the University of Wisconsin (Philosophy: Philosophy of Love, Sex,
and Friendship), and at CSU and Arizona State University (English: Writing
in Cyberspace).
The list of her books includes: (Taking from her site, verbatim)
Erotic fiction:
swell
(Published in Shameless,
2002 and Penthouse, 2003)
"Holy shit," we also said in unison. We were getting good at this. Joe
even dropped her vice-grip on my left buttock.
Finn stood in the doorway, a hand on his hip. Which supported his apron.
Which covered a gorgeous black silk cocktail dress. Which stopped at cuban-heeled
stockings that led down to black heels. He winked at me from beneath a false
eyelash.
Short fiction:
passerby
Mae didn't go to the Lonely Hearts Club because she didn't want to be
single anymore. She actually wasn't exactly single, either, and Mae didn't
go to just one singles club. The Bows n' Beaus Singles Club in cozy Mountain
View, California, the Tennessee Single-Dingles, the Swing Singles in not-so-swingin'
Amherst, Michigan: Mae had been there and to every one she could find in
between, sitting out the evening with someone or another until the night sky
flirted with sunrise.
Nonfiction:
On Your Mark
(Published in Scarlet Lettters,
2003)
Bruises, welts, lashes, burns, scars, stains, teeth marks, pinpricks,
rashes: I crave and cherish them all. The other night your intent thumb left
a circular bruise on my mons, red and tender from your fingers pumping in
and out of my cunt, holding tight to it. I'd set the ball of my hand on it
during the next day to feel the lingering soreness and remember where I'd
been the night before. The marks you left on my neck were deepened by your
other hand, pressing on my windpipe just enough to make me dizzy. I'd
remember this with the same stilted breathing.
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