A few years ago, Stella experienced a sexual re-awakening that changed the course of her life. As if they could smell her invisible pheromones, men looked at her face, her breasts, her hips with abandon. Or did they? Their real or perceived attention fueled her new sense of erotic self. She wanted to lose herself. And she did - first in Anais Nin and Henry Miller. And then in her own photography and writing.
Stella waited for the right man (her own Henry Miller) to join her on her journey of "delicate perversions." She started to wonder if he existed or if she was living (once again) in the old books of dead writers.
This is about what happened when Stella finally found him. A man who had also been looking for someone with whom to get lost. She had no choice but to call him "Hank."
Follow Stella and Hank's journey of sexual pleasure and exploration as it unfolds through their daily correspondence (it is best to start with Stella's first letter to Hank), erotic poetry and photographs.
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