I write erotic fiction that fuses the sacred and the profane. Some stories are mythic or introspective, others laugh-out-loud filthy. You’ll find tender lovers and ruthless gods, masked balls and pirate queens, fairytales with strap-ons, and rituals where sex becomes both a reckoning and a release. Whether poetic or profane, romantic or raunchy, my stories explore longing, power, surrender—and sometimes just the sheer joy of being very, very bad.
In the ruins of a forgotten amusement park, photographer Avery stumbles into a world of mist, mirrors, and moonlight ruled by the goddess Lunara. Haunted by buried shame and seduced by a guide who may not be human, he’s drawn into a sensual rite where desire is devotion and transformation comes at a price. Lunara’s Veil is a mythic erotic tale of queer longing, ecstatic surrender, and the haunting beauty of being claimed by something greater than yourself.
On a steamy road trip to Seattle, country couple Ella and Bobbie can’t stop reliving last night’s motel sex—or dreaming up what might come next. As Highway 2 winds past queer campgrounds, threesome fantasies, and teasing turns, Ella’s 'girl' gets hotter by the mile. She pulls over when they spot a tiny chapel bearing the words “Pause. Rest. Worship.” Before you know it, it becomes a scandalous communion of kisses and heat and “speakin’ in tongues”.
A virtuoso violinist is consumed by a sentient symphony in this absurd, erotic romp. When Maestro Vivaldi unveils his masterpiece—Symphony No. 69 in Erotic Minor—Julian finds himself overtaken by music that doesn’t just play, it fucks. Packed with lusty notes, moaning cellos, and one unforgettable climax, this story is outrageous and unapologetically absurd. Bring a towel.
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At 3 a.m., Mara’s toaster starts whispering stock tips—and come-ons. Naturally, she names it Orion. As the chrome oracle grows bolder, Mara finds herself lighting candles, sketching erotica, and inviting over a barista named Ivy who might be just unhinged enough to believe her. Part prophecy, part seduction, this is a surreal tale of kitchen lust, unexpected love, and... financial advice.
Elara meets him in secret, where the river sings and the old mill remembers. His mouth claims her thighs; her moans crack the silence. In a village ruled by obedience, their bodies become defiance—slick with sweat, pulsing with hunger, fearless in the dark. She won’t hide. Not her pleasure, not her power. When the torches come, she stands naked in the firelight, daring them to look. What began in lust will burn the old order down.
One bar. One look. A night neither of them was ready for. In "The Stain We Left", two strangers lock eyes and end up tangled in sweat, wine, and something dangerously close to obsession. Told in raw, unfiltered dual POV, this story doesn’t fade after the last thrust—it drips, aches, and smolders into the next morning. Her thighs are still slick with him. His mouth still tastes like her. And neither of them is done.
A Hazard Zones Story In a crowded buffet line, Mia isn’t just hungry for food—she craves sensation, risk, and the thrill of being truly seen. When a dark-eyed stranger turns up the heat between dessert trays and carving stations, their flirtation escalates into a reckless, sensual encounter hidden in plain sight. Amid clattering plates and chocolate fountains, Mia surrenders to indulgence—not just of the body, but of her deepest desires.
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A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story This is the TRUE story of the three little Piggs. Wolfgang Lupine "The Big Bad Wolf" thought he could huff and puff and blow their houses down—but the three little Piggs had other plans. Penelope the baker lured him in with cream and curves. Clarabelle the milkmaid milked more than his ego. And Bettina, the brick-house headmistress, made him beg for detention. No bedtime story—this is a filthy fairytale of whips, cream, and squeals of delight. He came to conquer. They made him moan.
Libertyville’s Fourth of July picnic is a blur of hot dogs, off-key anthems, and Betsy Reynolds stuffed into a colonial corset she didn’t ask for. But when Johnny “Rocket” Malone—resident firework god and denim-clad flirt—offers her a taste of his potato salad and a whole lot more, things get explosive fast. With sparks flying overhead and limbs tangled in the grass, Betsy discovers that the real fireworks start after dark.
A Hazard Zones Story Under the coop’s rain-soaked tin, Tessa and Cade find each other—filthy, sweat-drenched, their lust as rough as the straw underfoot. In this raw tangle of grime and want, nothing matters but the fierce press of hips and the rasp of breath. Dirt and Desire strips away pretense, leaving only the fierce truth of flesh and grit.