The erotic tide, lashed into a storm by the siren’s touches, washed away the memory of Saan, leaving Sinru drowning in her body’s need. —

Sex isn’t an act. It’s geography. It’s the place where flesh and spirit meet. — Beside the ancient rise of the Puu Mahana cone, the bay revealed its depths and shallows in braids of turquoise and teal. The unremitting wind whipped tiny olivine grains against my legs, and when the tide tugged at me and the cool sea soothed stinging skin, I found I had…

Amidst the savage grandeur of the Colosseum, a Pagan senator and his Christian slave contest the edges of pleasure and power in the twilight of the empire. — The beast show was coming to an end and slaves in short gray tunics emerged as if they had peeled from the arena walls. They used hooks and shovels to gather the animal carcasses into a mound near a smoldering tower. The corpses of criminals executed earlier were also heaped…

From “my little girl” to “my handsome young man” — My son shares some of his journey in this story, but this post is mostly about my journey as his mom: the concerns I had, why I had them, and how he helped me move beyond them. Most of my objections came from my own experience. That’s where being a…

Violet entered Vivian’s world an eager victim. — THE VELVET TRAP …a shameless speakeasy in Chicago’s warehouse district, where the jazz and gin flow as freely as the sin. Nights dissolve into pleasures only the most perverse can provide and the most wicked enjoy… VIVIAN …the mature deviant whose family money and mob ties give her the power…

He was a fire mage, a cataclysm walking, a flesh-and-bone pyre wielding primeval energies, and even Sinru was no match for him. —

She was a servant to the princess but a slave to her own desires. — The grand ballroom erupted with revelry, and stringed instruments rose to accompany the following festivities. Nobles in a rainbow of elaborate robes danced beneath a thousand candles. Scents of perfumes and flowers mingled in the air. The kingdom’s history, woven with gold into ornate tapestries, draped the walls. Gleaming weapons…

The fearless Sinru confronts a demonic monster, but Saan unveils the transformative power of compassion. —

In the Khaimeign’s perilous swamp, Sinru and Saan face off against a malevolent Swamp Hag. Despite Sinru’s indomitable strength and Saan’s unexpected power, friendship remains their greatest weapon against adversity. —