OK so I’m only a self-publisher – but have over 40 books by myself, my wife, and a few other writers on Amazon. So I was very happy when another British erotica writer got in touch about me helping to get their books to fans of the genre.
The fact Lily is a red hot young lady had nothing to do with my decision (ish). Don’t worry, my wife Rachel was certainly one to help ‘vet’ Lily before we agreed to publisher her book (ahem). Maybe we’ll write that day up… maybe not.
So welcome, Lily Corbett! She’s just a young 26-year-old, and won’t let me tell you too much about her, except she’s blond, petite, nice and curvy… oh sorry, I should talk about her books, yeah? It’s no secret Lily writes absolutely filthy books – real taboo tales – she writes to the extremes of erotica, pushing the edges of what Amazon allows. Her favourite sub-genre of filth is those stories of young women being corrupted by older (dirty) men – not against their will … sometimes very much with the young sluts eager acceptance.
Her first book published with us is ones such Marrakech Descent – a semi-autobiographical tale of 19 year old Lily as she finds herself stuck with no phone in Marrakech. Let’s just say the friendly old man who ‘saves’ her isn’t quite so innocent as it first seems… and things get steamy and hot in Morocco after that! It’s just book 1 of a series of dirty books as Lily travels across the depths of Africa (and the depths of taboo sex too!). Find more details here.
Official Lily Corbett Authors ‘blurb’
Lily Corbett never returned from her gap year.
At nineteen, I left Manchester with a backpack and a blog. At twenty, I abandoned my university placement and disappeared into Africa. Now, at twenty-six, I’m writing the truth about what really happens to naïve British girls who venture alone into places they don’t understand.
My “Lily’s Descent” series is labelled as fiction because the publishing industry requires it. Those who have travelled similar paths will recognise the truth beneath the “story.” The loss of my phone in Marrakech wasn’t fiction. The shopkeeper who “helped” me wasn’t fiction. What happened in that back room—and how it changed me forever—wasn’t fiction.
I’ve changed names, combined certain men, and occasionally altered timelines. Everything else—every touch, taste, and transformation—happened exactly as written. My parents still believe I’m teaching English in Cape Town. They’ve never questioned why I never came home.
Why publish these experiences now? Partly for the money. Primarily because I’ve met too many other Western girls experiencing the same “cultural education” I received. Some fight it longer than others. None of us remain the same.
My stories aren’t written to warn young women away from these experiences. They’re written to prepare those secretly craving what I found—the freedom that comes from complete surrender to desires you’re not supposed to have.
If you recognise yourself in my journey, perhaps we’ve shared more than just similar experiences. Perhaps we’ve shared the same men.
“Some girls find themselves abroad. Others lose themselves intentionally.”
Lily Corbett
