Eb Cotenord

More than a greek goddess.

Your sweat-soaked wet-sheets wet-dreams awakened in the flesh.

But more than that.

She can turn heads and she can turn a phrase.

She is what brings you to your knees.

Her body is your temple, your motivation to pay your tithes.

The weapons-grade answer to your prayers that God was afraid to hear.

You can leave your crucifix on.

But just know...

if you think you need to come to the Lord,

you may just need to come to e.b.

A decade in this work, quietly internationally known, and lately honored to find my writing in literary journals and anthologies, including a Pushcart nomination. The Queen of Chicago title comes with a particular specialty I won't name here in print, but my keywords will not be coy about it, and neither will I when you're with me.

An afternoon with me? Long, savory, unhurried, a little unhinged, intelligent, perhaps a little filthy.

The girlfriend experience for grown adults. Real conversation, real chemistry, real attention, and the kind of physical specifics most actual girlfriends clutch pearls over.

I want you to leave well-fed, mildly stupid, and hungry for more.