Bonjour, I’m Sabrina
As someone who believes the feeling of lust, the passion from sex, and the flutters that come from experiencing love make for the most magical of experiences, I’m fervent about writing stories that empower women, and their sexuality. Always longing to keep that feeling ablaze.
When floating through the salacious stories I create for my characters, you can always find tumultuous storylines that are emotionally gripping with worlds of woolgathering beauty made to captivate and encourage my readers to get lost in their exploration, never forgetting about the fierce heroines being found by heroes that don’t shy away from their obsession.
I like my written worlds to contain all my favourite things, men dressed in designer suits, date nights where a girls got to dress up, great sex, the scent of high-class layered fragrances, dark lingering ambiance, a man who never forgets the little things, a wardrobe to envy, interior spaces to inspire, lots of lip-gloss, a dash of good-girl, and a whole lot of dirty-girl. I write stories about women who take what they want, and men who know what to do with it.
Just a little longer, please.
I’ve always been fervent about writing ever since I was a little girl, scribbling character traits on paper, writing hooks to capture an imaginary audience, and sketching character profiles, all in the efforts to make my characters come alive, something I so desperately craved when their lives would run rampant within my mind.
Which would likely come to surprise when I tell you it’s taken multiple career changes for me to fall back into the one constant in my life thats always left me feeling most connected with myself.
I studied civil engineering, left the construction industry to enter the dental industry, worked my way from an office manager to an oral surgery assistant, only to enter the interior design field, and still not feel fully confident that that was the ‘it’ for me.
I spent my childhood and young adult years denying friends and families suggestions about doing something with my writing until 2019, when I was diagnosed with a chronic illness called Hyper-Adrenergic Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome.
When my life was forced to slow down, my mind wanted to sprint. I desperately craved an outlet to share my writing, which is when The Petite Press was created, a lifestyle, and fashion blog I created so I could escape the reality that was crumbling at my spirit.
I got older, became more sick, and found myself writing for the first time for an audience. I became so accustomed to leaning into my fabricated worlds as my own would crumble, finding myself longing for the escapism I had so desperately needed when everything started to feel too desolate.
It feels kismet to fall into this journey during some of the most complex years of my life, sucking me back into the time where that little brunette in french braids wrote about her imaginary worlds, and the love story she wished she’d one day have, and how now, she not only has it, but is sharing her own versions of it for the imaginations and dreams to flutter through others minds as well. Reading has always encouraged my confidence, and to me, the combination of love and empowering words feels like power, it’s a sacred feeling, it’s whole, and I want you experience it all too.
If you’d like to know more about my life, long for the escapism brought by chit-chats about fluff, hear about the things that make me giggle, and get insight to my writing journey, I write a newsletter called Pillow Talk, where I share my digital diary entries for my lovely readers to read. I’d be happy to have you, xo.
Picture this, drink in hand, soft music, and the sounds of a fire crackling in the background. A set of slinky pyjamas, high-shine lip gloss, a body glistening in apricot oil, and hair that smells like vanilla and musk.
You take a sip, and as you raise your flute to your lips they wet, the bubbles tingling your ears just before they prick your tongue, and tickles it’s way down your throat.
You’re your MMC for the night, fascinated by her allure, and longing to grasp a piece of it to cherish. What does she look like? How does she make you feel? What are you going to do about it?
It’s past your bedtime, but your addicted to the sound of your long nails tapping the keyboard beneath you, calling for 5 more minutes, as you flutter deeper into your fantastical reverie.
For behind the scenes, check out my TikTok here, to join the refusing to niche club, check out my IG here, & for more POV’s, read them in my digital diary here.