The author isn’t old, but she ain’t young either. Forty or so. And the content of the book has nothing to do with her own sex life because the content of the books is the most unrealistic bullshit you could imagine. In interviews she said she was just scribbling out her fantasies. I only read it because I had a friend who wouldn’t shut up about it. It was the most cringe-worthy piece of shit I’d ever read. The prose was highschool level, literally. It was set in Seattle (like most Twilight fics) and yet the characters spoke with English dialects at times. The characterization was non-existent. The main character is a 20 year old virgin who’s never even touched herself, and her love interest is a 26 year old ultra-handsome billionaire (yes, billionaire with a B – at 26) who speaks French, plays the piano, does lots of charity, and spends all his time with the girl while never actually working. They bicker, they fight, he abuses her, they makeup, he abuses her some more. There’s no plot, no story. Just unrealistic sex. This chick orgasms just when looks at her ffs. One touch - bang, climax. But the worst thing is how the author portrayed a BDSM relationship. It’s nothing like that IRL, in fact the book is more like a how-to NOT make a BDSM relationship work. It’s just…it’s awful, lol.
Anyway, I know you weren’t asking me, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to ventilate that quickly. Sorry, lol.