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.
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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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 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.
In the smoky nights of 1966 Istanbul, a grieving man finds solace in the music of a mysterious sitarist. Their passion is a waltz of desire and guilt, her song a requiem that binds him to the past. When her secrets unfold, the night darkens, and the sitar’s wail becomes the final echo of love, betrayal, and a longing that will not die.
She should get up, wash the slick evidence from between her thighs, but her body still hums with the heat he left behind. The scent of sex clings to the air, the sheets, her skin. In the quiet that follows, need lingers. With His Name on My Lips is a story of aftermath, intimacy, and the aching pull between what was and what still burns.
Stuck in Terminal C with a delayed flight and a restless pulse, Mia sets her sights on a stranger too calm for airport chaos. A locked nursing pod offers a brief, breathless escape—hot, quiet, and wholly unprofessional. But some encounters don’t end when the door opens. Welcome to Denver is a tightly wound story about risk, control, and the secrets we carry into new beginnings.
A Hazard Zones Story When riot police storm a protest, Lena and Kai don’t just run—they ignite. Cornered in a reeking alley, the heat between them becomes its own kind of resistance: fast, filthy, and defiant. A Riot of Lust is a story of tear gas and sweat, of fucking like it’s the last freedom left. In a world cracking under tyranny, sometimes the most radical act is to burn for someone in the dark.