Gentlemen callers - corinne hoex

Every night when she goes to sleep, a woman dreams of erotic encounters with different men.

She dreams of being the sponge squeezed to foaming in a gas station attendants hand, and of twining her bare skin with a sea lions thick pelt under the watchful eye of the sea lion trainer.

From a gas station attendant to a sea lion trainer, a watchmaker to a teacher, a furrier to an astrologer, each evenings new encounter is more sensual and extravagant than the last.

I would consider it scandalous if Hoexs fiction is still unknown in the world literature canon ten years down the road.

--Lee Yew Leong, Asymptote Journal.