Welcome to the Voss Papers

There are stories I can’t tell in fiction.

Not because they’re too explicit. But because they’re too quiet. Too precise. Too prone to lingering and pulling the mind away from where it should be (hopefully, right in the action, and thrumming with excitement...).

Take my first book On Chestnut Tree Lane  - it started out more or less as the question "What if 1984 had been a femdom dystopia instead of a totalitarian one?", and once I had that thought it just wouldn't go away. 

But - although writing the femdom scenes was delightful - I kept finding myself slipping in tiny references to Orwell. Some of them are obvious (Mrs Whitmore's establishment is on Chestnut Tree Lane because of the Chestnut Tree Cafe in 1984, for example), but others aren't. 

And I can't, in the middle of a delicious scene where poor Scott is being tormented by Katie Whitmore or Mary Mason, suddenly break off from his helpless pleading to say "Of course, you've probably spotted that the picture over the fireplace is of St Martin in the Fields - that's a reference to the picture of St Clement Danes in 1984"; I don't think anyone would enjoy that (except possibly Scott, since he'd get a brief moment of relief, poor lamb). 

I'm not even certain that my readers would like that kind of behind-the-scenes look or to know what's going through my head when I write a scene (though if you're curious, it's probably 'god I bet those whimpers would sound delicious in real life'). 

But just in case anyone is interested - if you've come here through a link at the end of one of my books I suppose you must be interested! - then this is where I keep them.

The Voss Papers is where I scribble down some of the reflections, field notes, literary footnotes, and quiet interrogations that always seem to tangle up among the smut within the stories of Anna Voss.

And, of course, if you’ve arrived here from the back of a book, you already know what kind of stories those are:

• Femdom fiction with emotional weight.
• Erotic denial with psychological teeth.
• Surrender written not as a kink, but as an inevitability.

I don’t write fantasies of power exchange. I write stories where the power was never exchanged at all, because the women always have it, even if my poor male leads get to learn that for themselves.

But I do sometimes slip in references that even the women in my stories can't spot, because they're too close to the action. I thought it might be nice to share some of them, just sometimes, in case that gets you closer too.