This could maybe be considered the erotica of the late 19th century. Considering Kate Chopin’s amazing life and the themes of her other works as well, I could be persuaded that this is so.
Posted by Frank Marcopolos
Frank Marcopolos lives in Austin, Texas. Hiding from the ever-present Texas sun because of a well-founded fear of skin cancer, he writes short stories and novels that have been praised by some readers, while others have been, like, “Meh.”
He also produces free audiobooks of public domain works on his YouTube channel. You can subscribe to that here: http://youtube.com/brooklynfrank