Rough Stories

A Crimson Veil Heist
In the quantum-stabilized skies above Colorado, phantom thief Catherine Vale breaches Maeve Kilcannon’s floating arcology. Her sabotage triggers flux creep in the superconducting lattice—turning unbreakable restraints into living, pulsing desire. Captured and claimed by the silver-haired billionaire and her holographic AI, Catherine is pinned, used, and permanently collared by the very technology she sought to exploit. A high-tech heist becomes raw, addictive surrender.

Mist chose the strongest woman alive. Now she has to seduce her.

They booked a dancer named Vesper. Cash on the dresser. Two hours. No extras unless they paid extras. Cole opened the door. He had booked her. He had also been dating her for three weeks. Mask off. He doesn’t let her leave. They paid for whatever — and whatever includes all of them.

A short memoir of a recent encounter. A cock-teasing lover leads me into a frenetic session, and I goad her into depravity with filthy language.

Hunting the things that go bump in the night isn't all fun and games, young hunters. Sometimes, things go wrong in the worst possible way. And when that happens, you can only hope that whatever it is has some mercy in it. Or at least a good sense of humor about it.