“I am the little devil on your shoulder, stroking your neck with my tail, whispering obscenities into your ear, and looking down your blouse.”
Raziel Moore started writing and sharing erotica last century, because he couldn’t find the kind of twisted, perverted, nasty stuff online that he wanted to read himself. So he made it. Over a decade later that remains one of his motivations. Sometimes ideas demand expression, putting characters – all shades of the writer, in the final analysis – into challenges and perils, or perpetrating the acts of monsters, human or otherwise.
Moore believes that writing – and reading – frees us of the constraints of the civilized, moralized world. Our imaginations are unfettered. He can reach through this screen and take you, dear reader, right now. Don’t think he’s not thinking about it. Right now. There’s nothing you can do about it except close the page – or open your eyes and surrender. And if you’re still reading, knowing the utterly obscene and awful things he’s thinking of doing to you this very moment, well, that’ll be your secret, won’t it?