Eric Ross: Stories

When Eleanor challenges Javier to walk the labyrinth he built—blindfolded, bound only by her voice—he enters a maze that’s no longer just hedges and turns, but sentient, seductive, and alive. Guided by her commands and tested by illusions, Javier must surrender more than sight to reach the heart of the maze—and of Eleanor. Mazeheart is a tale of ritual, desire, and the cost of truly being seen.

Mother’s Day brunch begins with croissants and compliments—but ends in unthinkable heat. When one teasing question turns the air electric, Rachel finds herself at the center of a family celebration that erupts into lust, surrender, and taboo. Mimosas blur the lines, desires ignite, and every boundary is crossed in this unapologetically depraved tale of generational hunger and maternal power.

In "The Raw Edge of Desire," Tessa, fresh off a breakup, ignites a steamy clash with cocky Julian in his shadowy loft. Their night explodes from barroom banter to raw, sweaty fucking—her teasing dance of passion driving him wild before she rides him hard. With sharp tongues and sharper nails, they battle for dominance, flipping between filthy taunts and primal thrusts. It’s a visceral, no-holds-barred romp—think dripping heat, pulsing tension, and a quirky twist that’ll leave you grinning.

When Captain Horatio Hornswoggle bellows “Release the Kraken,” his crew doesn’t expect a codpiece-clanking orgy aboard the Saucy Siren. Between lust-laced bread, a glitter cannon, and a real sea monster crashing the party, it’s one slippery, scandalous night of bawdy shenanigans. Will pleasure prevail—or will the Kraken steal the show? A riotous romp of pirates, poetry, and unrepentant debauchery on the high seas.

Every Saturday, Julian visits the farmer’s market for peaches, but it’s Tessa’s ripe teasing and sticky fingers that keep him coming back. When she invites him behind the stall for a private tasting, the shy professor finds himself in a world of honeyed heat, dirty talk, and fruit-soaked pleasure. “Saturday’s Sweetest” is a filthy, sun-drenched romp where the produce isn’t the only thing dripping.

Once a year, the gate opens—for Aisha and Elior alone. The garden remembers them, and as vines part and figs split, they answer its call with sweat, laughter, and a hunger sharpened by absence. Among trembling leaves and blooming fire, their bodies meet in a ritual of rhythm and release. What begins with a pomegranate becomes worship and undoing. This is no paradise. It’s something wilder—sacred, erotic, and entirely theirs.

On a sultry summer night, Lila stands on her balcony, the ocean crashing in time with her pulse, the lyrics of Crash Into Me curling through the air like smoke. Across the street, Elliot watches—drawn, helpless, hungry. What begins as a gaze becomes a fire neither of them can resist. Desire blooms, bold and unapologetic, in the space between them. When he finally crosses the street...

A Mel Story
When Mel slides into a booth with two strangers and a wicked grin, she’s not just ordering a drink—she’s setting the night on fire. What starts with flirtation over bourbon ends in a tangle of limbs, tongues, and heat that won’t quit. No narration, no apologies—just three voices, one unforgettable night, and enough sin to make a preacher sweat. Trouble at Table 3 is filthy, fast, and hot.

A Mel Story
Mel doesn’t do vulnerability—only chaos, climax, and the next wild night. But when an old story opens a new wound, and two women see through the performance, Mel’s world slows down. A night of toys, tongues, and trust becomes something more than a thrill—it becomes a reckoning.

A curator scarred by shame. An artist who paints with surrender. Veil of Shadows is a literary erotic novel of ritual, power, and transformation. When Elise steps into Rowan’s world of silk ropes and sacred pain, their bond unravels secrets—and remakes them both. For fans of slow-burn intensity, poetic prose, and sex that strips the soul bare.