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The Headmistress Will See You Now

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Wolf’s thighs are sore. His ego is dented. He smells like frosting and cream.
But he’s not done yet.

Because the final Pigg sister isn’t a baker or a milkmaid.
She’s Bettina Pigg—Headmistress of the Finishing Academy for Proper Young Ladies, disciplinarian of legend, and a woman whose crop has its own syllabus.

Her brick house doesn’t sway. It judges.
And Wolf? He’s about to be gagged, bound, and schooled.

There are no second chances in Bettina’s classroom.
There is, however, a St. Andrew’s Cross.
And a paddle labeled Correctional Studies.

What to expect in Chapter 3:
• Grammar-based punishment
• Gagged obedience
• Crop, cuffs, and cum
• Extra credit earned on an ottoman
• And the world’s dirtiest parent-teacher conference (well... not exactly)

By the time she’s done, Wolf won’t just be panting—he’ll be reciting the alphabet backward while getting spanked.

Read Chapter 3: The Brick House Mistress

And remember: tardiness will be punished.

-Eric

The Milkmaid’s Creamy Revenge

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Last we saw him, Wolfgang Lupine had thoroughly tested the structural limits of Penelope Pigg’s straw house—and her self-control. But a well-fed wolf is never satisfied for long.

And now he’s wandered to the stick house of Clarabelle Pigg: Penelope’s older sister, milkmaid of unmatched virtue, spine like a ruler, and thighs like iron churns.

Clarabelle has rules. Clean petticoats. Perfect posture. A tight corset and a tighter grip on her impulses.

But Wolf? Wolf doesn’t play by her rules. He shows up on her porch shirtless, shameless, and suggestively interested in her… cream.

What follows is a sticky symphony of spilled milk, braided rope, and one very full pail. And when Clarabelle climbs on top, it’s not about love—it’s about leverage.

Chapter 2: Clarabelle and the Stick Situation.

-Eric

The True Story of the Three Little Piggs

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You know the fairy tale.

Three little pigs. One big bad wolf. A few flimsy houses and a whole lot of huffing and puffing.

But what if I told you the story you grew up with left out the best parts?

In the sleepy village of Fairywood, the Pigg Sisters—Penelope, Clarabelle, and Bettina—aren’t just innocent homemakers. Penelope bakes with passion (and a piping bag used for more than frosting), Clarabelle milks with expert hands, and Bettina runs the Finishing Academy for Proper Young Ladies… with cuffs and a St. Andrew’s Cross.

Wolfgang Lupine isn’t just blowing down houses—he’s getting tied up, licked clean, paddled for grammar mistakes, and turned inside out by three very determined women.

This isn’t a children’s fable. It’s a filthy, funny, fairy tale gone rogue.

And it all starts in a swaying straw house with a wicked baker, a naughty apron, and a scandalously phallic baguette.

Read Chapter 1: The Big Bad Wolf’s Naughty Night

-Eric

Finding Desire in the Dirt: Writing Sex Where You Least Expect

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When people think of erotic fiction, they often picture silk sheets, candlelight, and softly-lit bedrooms. But for me, that’s never been the whole story. Eroticism isn’t just about fantasy—it’s about tension, need, friction, and often, mess. Real life doesn’t happen in clean lines, and neither does desire.

So while I was publishing The Clockmaker's Rewind, I set myself a challenge: write stories where sex blooms in places we don’t usually consider erotic.

The result is a series of gritty, unfiltered, deeply physical encounters in unlikely places. The first-A Riot of Lust-unfolds between two dumpsters during a protest gone wrong, where the trash stinks, the concrete burns, and the chemistry is undeniable.

My latest, Dirt and Desire, takes place inside a broken-down chicken coop on a struggling farm, where straw sticks to sweat, the air reeks of ammonia, and yet—the heat between two rough, stubborn bodies burns hot enough to brand.

Why a coop? Because I wanted to see if I could make it real. I wanted the reader to feel the straw underfoot, the rooster screaming, the sweat running down your back, and still be pulled into a moment that’s intimate and hot and alive with urgency.

These aren’t stories about luxury. They’re about need. About bodies that collide because they have to. About people who find heat and connection in the dirtiest corners of their lives—because that’s where it actually happens sometimes.

If you’ve ever felt something stir in a place you thought was too raw, too loud, too filthy to hold tenderness, then these stories are for you.

Dirt and Desire is now live. Read it with the windows open and a thunderstorm coming in.

Eric

The Clockmaker's Rewind: Finale

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Chapter 10: Still went up Friday. Today, the last piece-Chapter 11: The Inheritance-falls into place.

I began The Clockmaker’s Rewind with a single image: a hand turning a key, again and again, to steal time back. I didn’t know yet where it would lead—only that it would have to end somewhere irreversible.

For nine chapters, the clock rewound. It made space for desire, for repair, for denial. But like any mechanism pushed too far, it began to fray. I always knew there would come a moment when they’d stop turning the key—not because they ran out of time, but because they had finally chosen not to escape its flow.

Chapter 10 is where that tension breaks. The prose shortens, the heat rises. It’s both climax and collapse. They’ve used the clock to touch each other, to test themselves. But now they face each other with nothing to buffer the weight of wanting something real.

And then Chapter 11 turns quietly forward.

It felt important that the story end not in tragedy or triumph, but in continuity—a legacy passed, not through magic, but through care. The shop settles into rhythm again. A child learns to listen to gears. The broken clock stays broken, not as a failure, but as a witness.

This story isn’t just about time travel. It’s about what we do when we discover that rewinding is not an option. When memory becomes material. When we choose to stay.

Thank you for the generous gift of your eyes, and comments!

—Eric

 

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