O: Volume One

Last year I sat down with a pen and started drawing women. O.

Thirty-four ink portraits in all, every one of them caught in private, every one a stranger I'd somehow already met.

So I asked the women who read my books to name them, and to tell me who she was before the ink met her skin.

This volume is the first eight. Eight erotic sapphic stories about women in the unguarded moment they stop managing their desire, and find themselves gloriously alive.

I drew them. You named them. They did the r...