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Yumi Cox is a young writer on the rise from the beautiful city of Newcastle, Australia via Kyoto, Japan.
Growing up amongst the rich culture of Japan, Yumi was able to explore her imagination through comic books, short stories and classic novels.
Moving to Australia at age thirteen, she experienced passion, love and sex for the first time, which she channels into her writing.
Yumi spends her time equally between the traditional and reserved Japan and the youthful and vibrant Australia.
Yumi chose to become a writer of erotic romance in order to embrace the duality of her life.
What inspired you to write your book?
It started with the idea of mixing oil and water. And then just evolved from there.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Saturday morning, I woke at 6:00 am. I quietly climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. Running through Skye’s black label photos, I immediately became aroused. Her body looked incredible. Model smile, perky breasts and a killer arse. I couldn’t help but start to pleasure myself.
“I hope the photos are working?” Skye yelled from the bedroom. “If not, I can show you the real thing.”
I couldn’t believe she’d caught me again. I was convinced she monitored my vitals with some sort of machine.
“No, the photos are working fine,” I replied. “I just need a little quiet.”
“Okay, let me know when you are done,” she yelled.
I regained focus and completed my solo activity.
When I opened the door, Skye stood there with her legs held tightly together.
“I desperately need a piss,” she said. “Move over or wear it.”
I chose to move over and heard a flood of fluid hit the toilet seconds later.
“I must have had too much Pepsi last night,” she said.
Over breakfast we chatted about her opening night at the Highland Lounge.
“Are you sure you’re happy to come to the gig?” she asked. “I know it’s a lot to ask.”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I replied trying to act chill. “It’s about time I went out clubbing again.”
“So, you’ve been there before?” she asked. “Didn’t you say, you weren’t sure where it was?”
“No, I recognised it when we got there,” I replied. “It’s been a while since I’ve been there.”
“You never cease to surprise me,” she said. “I would never have picked you as gay.”
It seems I should have done my homework before commenting.
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