Eric Ross: Blog

Chapter 5 of Afterglow has arrived, and Ginger and Coco are taking their passion to Paris.

From a secret blowjob in business class to an orgasm under the lights of the Eiffel Tower, Champagne & Sinners is a whirlwind of indulgence, public heat, and quiet vulnerability. But beneath the sex—God, the sex—something more is stirring. Coco’s starting to trust. Ginger’s starting to fall. And Paris, with all its sultry sparkle, might be the moment that shifts everything.

There’s a cabaret handjob, a sex club interlude, and a balcony yoga pose you won’t find in Yoga Journal. But there’s also hesitation. A crack in Coco’s armor. A confession that maybe, just maybe, she’s not running anymore.

And here’s a little tidbit: Afterglow is not quite fiction.

Many of the places in this story are drawn from my real travels. Afterglow is semi-autobiographical. The sex may be fiction, but the cities, the emotional terrain, and the sense of always chasing the next high? That part is very real.

So pour something bubbly, dim the lights, and dive into Chapter 5.

👉 Read Champagne & Sinners now.

Mel’s back—and the jukebox’s not the only thing moaning.

If you’ve been following the Mel series, you know she’s all sharp edges, sharp heels, and even sharper comebacks. In earlier stories, I kept things tight—dialog-only, no narration, all innuendo and sass tossed across yoga mats or cocktail bars. But with The Bell Don’t Ring Itself, I let the scene breathe.

This time, Mel struts into a backroom poker game, settles a score, and drags a tattooed cowboy into a neon-lit alley for a bourbon-soaked encounter that’s equal parts blues song and barroom brawl. The dialogue still crackles—but now there’s sweat on the walls, smoke in the air, and a jukebox humming through every beat.

The story draws inspiration from one of my favorite old blues tunes—Lil Johnson’s “Press My Button (Ring My Bell)”. It’s raw, shameless, and full of heat, just like Mel. I wanted to write a story that felt like that song sounds: dirty, defiant, and irresistible on repeat.

Writing this story was a shift. I realized that while dialog-only stories are fun and punchy, they can also be limiting. Mel demands atmosphere. She demands narrative. She wants the heat of the alley and the glow of the neon to tell part of her story too—and honestly, she was right.

I’ve also started experimenting with OpenArt.ai to create visuals that match the mood of these stories. I’m still learning, but I’d love to hear your thoughts—does the art capture Mel’s fire? Does it hit the right tone?

The Bell Don’t Ring Itself is live now. Feedback always welcome. Mel wouldn’t have it any other way.

Eric

The wild ride of Afterglow continues.

In Chapter 4, Coco trades muddy trails for velvet seats as she and Ginger test the acoustics—and the limits of self-control—in a private opera box. The champagne flows and their bodies collide with the same hunger that’s driven the series so far. But something quieter begins to stir: a note of vulnerability, and a pulse that’s more heart than heat.

If you’ve been following Coco and Ginger since the alley, the coffee shop, and the mountain, you already know: this is more than sex. It’s two people crashing into each other with wit, wildness, and the possibility of something real.

Chapter 4: Opera Boxed is now live.

Missed the earlier chapters? Start from Chapter 1: The Alley.

After the rollicking debauchery of Release the Kraken, I couldn’t resist takin’ another swing o’ the cutlass at the high seas of smut. And thus was born The Lusty Barnacle: A Scholar’s Plunder—a bawdy, wind-blown romp where rum flows freely, trousers vanish mysteriously, and no riggin’ is safe from a thorough ravishing.

Our tale begins when mild-mannered librarian’s assistant Timothy Tiddleton finds himself abducted by the infamous Captain Mad Molly Tugg—red-haired temptress, terror of the tropics, and wielder of a jewel-encrusted strap-on known only as Poseidon’s Wrath. Before he can say “nautical metaphor,” Timothy’s been tied to a mast, licked mango pulp off a map, and charted Nancy’s glowing ass for buried treasure.

What follows is a mess of cannonball oiling, topographical cunnilingus, enchanted sex toys, and a sea shanty so obscene it made a gull drop dead from shock. There’s a sentient doubloon that sings. A parrot with no moral compass. And a finale that involves pegging, poetry, and the phrase “Ego sum pirata!” shouted mid-orgasm.

If ye like yer smut with salt, slapstick, and a hint of sorcery, hoist the mainsail and dive in.

And remember, me hearties—if ye laugh, gasp, or find yer sash suddenly damp, send me a bottle o’ rum or shout “spank me pegleg!” at the moon. She’ll hear. She always does.

Cap’n Eric

For those who haven’t checked out my latest serial, Afterglow, here’s a quick recap.

In Chapter 1, Ginger meets Coco fucking a stranger in an alley. She invites him in. He steps forward. Everything changes.

In Chapter 2, they reconnect in a Bellevue café, and after some filthy talk, they’re tangled together in the bathroom. It’s fast, bold, and impossible to forget.

Now, in Chapter 3, Ginger takes Coco hiking on Mount Rainier. The trail is steep, the banter shameless, the sex spectacularly wet and muddy under a storm-blasted rock. But what matters is what comes after—when Coco lets her guard drop just long enough to show something raw and real… and then pulls the curtain closed again.

The mountain doesn’t offer answers. But it leaves them both marked.

Chapter 3 is live.

—Eric