I write erotic fiction that fuses the sacred and the profane. Many stories explore power dynamics, including the tension between sex and religion—kinky, transgressive, sometimes outright sacrilegious. You’ll find straight and queer lovers, pirate queens, masked balls, ruthless gods, and fairytales with strap-ons. Whether poetic or filthy, introspective, romantic or raunchy, my work revels in longing, power, surrender, and the sheer joy of being very, very bad.
A mysterious vintage Leica begins delivering photographs Alex never took—intimate moments with a woman he hasn’t met. Each image pulls him deeper into the city’s shadows and toward Maya, a poet with secrets of her own. As the camera reveals glimpses of a perfect future, Alex must choose: follow the vision—or step out of the frame and into something real. A story about love, fate, and a life unframed. This is the draft prior to final edit, which reduced it from 6,500 words to 1,700.
A mysterious vintage Leica begins delivering photographs Alex never took—intimate moments with a woman he hasn’t met. Each image pulls him deeper into the city’s shadows and toward Maya, a poet with secrets of her own. As the camera reveals glimpses of a perfect future, Alex must choose: follow the vision—or step out of the frame and into something real. A story about love, fate, and a life unframed.
A grief-numbed drifter rides into a dying Texas town and falls into bed—and danger—with two women who want more than his body. As lust deepens into something darker, they draw him into a high-stakes heist where surrender might be the only way to survive. Five Days to Abilene is literary Western erotica about desire, ruin, and the thrill of finally being claimed.
Food critic Isobel Vane arrives at Lucien Roche’s secret supper with a pen, not an appetite. But as each aphrodisiac course seduces the senses, her control begins to slip. Between whispered rituals and unfolding bodies, the food critic becomes the feast. Feast of Desire is a lush, erotic journey through taste, surrender, and the hunger she never meant to name.
A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story When Hansel and Gretel stumble on a gingerbread trap, they find more than candy: a sultry witch, a forager with wandering hands, and a chance to rewrite their fairy tale with rope, heat, and no regrets. Hansel meets his match in the woods. Gretel? She goes back for seconds. Taste My Sweets is a funny and erotic retelling of desire, danger, and the kind of magic you can only cast with your mouth. It’s definitely NOT the fairy tale you remember.
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.
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.
A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story In the village of Thistledown, librarian Penelope Pumpernickel embarks on a scandalously scientific quest to find her Goldilocks moment—not too big, not too small, but just right. With three very different brothers, a nosy knitting circle, and a notebook full of “field notes,” this steamy, cheeky fairytale proves that the best discoveries are hands-on—and sometimes, deeply satisfying.
She was Elena, the obedient maid—but beneath the apron lived Sofia Marquez, a woman forged in fire and shadows. When midnight temptation turns to reckless touch, Mr. Carver finds himself pinned beneath the one woman he was never meant to see. In a house heavy with silence and secrets, one stolen night threatens to ignite everything. The Fire She Hid is a short story of desire, dominance, and the dangerous power of being truly seen.