C. R. Long hails from the OUTBACK of Australia. She took great pains to get from her home among the gum trees, across Dingo ridden desert plains to the nearest Post Office cum Internet Cafι to post her work here. Her interest in writing Lesbian Erotica stems from the days of her youth, when, on one occasion whilst attempting to lose her virginity, she coerced the local grocers daughter behind the chicken shed and lived to tell the tale of what happened there. No mean feat if you had seen the huge brute of a man said grocer who was hot on their heels and caught her with her hand in the veritable cookie jar. Since then she has shorn sheep, chased kangaroos, skinned crocodiles and jackarood her way through the outback. She writes by candlelight under the stars, anywhere there is a comfy spot to roll out her swag.
She counts as her good friends, several aboriginal tribal elders who keep an eye out for her and conjure the Dreamtime spirits to watch over her if she ever drops out of sight for too long.
Please be warned (or enticed): there is an abundance of gratuitous sex in most of her work.
