Eric Ross: Blog

There’s a special kind of fun in twisting a fairy tale into something shamelessly erotic. Take the bones of the familiar—cloaks, wolves, woodsmen—and ask:

What if Red Riding Hood didn’t run from the Wolf?
What if she made him beg?
What if the Woodsman had more than just a big axe to offer?
And what if Granny… wasn’t quite as innocent as she seemed?

When the Red Cloak Comes Off is a playful, wicked retelling where Red is no helpless maiden. She’s a tavern singer with a velvet voice, a taste for danger, and zero patience for men who can’t keep up. The Wolf? Submissive, smoldering, and soon brought to heel. The well-endowed Woodsman? More than happy to help. And Granny? She’s in on the game—and insists they wash the sheets.

It’s filthy, funny, and possibly a little bit feminist.

Because some stories don’t end with “happily ever after.”

Some end with ruined sheets—and an encore.

Eric

Some milestones call for more than flowers or dinner reservations. For Ginger, six months with Coco feels like something worth crossing oceans for. In Chapter 8 of Afterglow, we sail into deeper waters—both literal and emotional—as he whisks her away to the Aegean for a week aboard a yacht near Santorini.

It’s romantic, decadent, sun-drenched. Champagne at altitude. Salt on bare skin. Bioluminescent plankton lighting up midnight swims. There’s laughter, gifts, and the kind of touch that feels like it might mean more than just want. And beneath it all, that vulnerable, terrifying shift—when lust begins to look like love.

But even paradise has shadows. As the stars blaze above them and the sea rocks below, Coco lets slip something quieter, something more fragile. A history of leaving, of not lasting. And Ginger… he’s already in too deep to pretend he didn’t hear it.

Read Chapter 8: Beneath the Stars, Between the Lines

Eric

So… Mel’s back.

And no, she hasn’t calmed down. If anything, she’s running hotter than ever—and this time, she’s dragging her friends Sandy and Liza straight into the fire with her.

I started writing Trouble in Threes thinking it would be a playful follow-up, a messy little romp with toys and teasing and that familiar Mel swagger. But somewhere between the wine bar and the hot tub, something shifted. Mel told a story that hurt more than she meant it to. She let the name Balls slip—the nickname of a tattoo artist who did more than just wreck her body—and for once, she didn’t laugh it off.

Of course, she still ends up half-naked, smirking, and grinding on a jet stream before the night’s over. This is Mel, after all.

But under the orgasms and one-liners, there’s a new tension running through her: what happens when someone like Mel lets herself be held? What if group sex isn’t just fun, but intimate? What if chaos is no longer enough?

Trouble in Threes is sweaty and filthy and fast, but it’s also a little tender. A little honest. Just don’t tell Mel I said that.

It’s live now. I hope you love it. And if you come away needing a cold drink and a warm hand on your hip, well—mission accomplished.

Eric

There’s something about the Oregon Coast that strips you bare. Maybe it’s the wind that never quite warms, or the sound of the Pacific crashing like it’s trying to remember something it lost. For Ginger and Coco, it’s the perfect place to get filthy, body and soul.

In this new chapter of Afterglow, they escape the city for a windswept weekend by the sea. What starts as a dare—who can get naked fastest in the freezing surf—spirals into something far more intimate. There’s laughter, lust, a little sand in places it shouldn’t be. But underneath the rough play, there’s a shift. A moment where skin and trust collide, and not everything feels like a game anymore.

I won’t spoil it, but this one’s messy in all the best ways—and maybe a little bittersweet by the time the tide pulls back.

You can read Chapter 7 now: Salt, Sand & Surrender.

Eric

To everyone who’s been reading Afterglow as it unfolds: thank you. And a quick note before we dive into Tokyo.

Some of you may have noticed reposted chapters or sections appearing out of order. That’s on me. Chalk it up to late-night edits and a touch too much ambition. If the rhythm felt off, or if you lost the thread—I hear you, and I’m sorry.

The good news? Everything’s been cleaned up, tightened, and set right.

Which brings us to Chapter 6: “Tokyo Reflected.”

Ginger and Coco land in Tokyo, and check into a love hotel that mirrors more than just their bodies. This chapter is raw, drenched in toys, trust, and control—and it ends with a quiet unraveling. One that doesn’t come from pain, but from something more intimate: being seen.

Whether you’re just joining their story or circling back for the full, uninterrupted ride, now’s the perfect time to (re)immerse yourself.

Because every step—every slip, every kiss, every correction—has led them here.

Eric