Newest Release
I'd been coming to this beach for three years and the thrill was dead. Then I saw her — hips rocking slowly in the sand, something metal catching the sunlight between her cheeks, and a half-smile that dared me to keep looking.
She had a spare.
She had a spot.
All I had to do was say yes.
Upcoming Stories
The Dishes Can Wait
Two exhausted parents. One sleeping baby. A kitchen full of sippy cups and prayers the monitor stays green.
Then came the wooden spoon. And the way his fingers moved inside that glass.
What starts as a shared laugh over soapy hands becomes something neither has felt in months. That pull, that need. The kind that doesn't wait for a cleared table. The kind that happens between the Cheerios and junk mail, desperate and real.
This isn't polished fantasy. This is milk-stained shirts, kitchen counters, and two people finding each other again in the wreckage of new parenthood.
Still fire. Still hungry. Still absolutely filthy when the opportunity strikes.
Includes: Oral, table sex, lactation, postpartum reconnection, and one very unfortunate Cheerio.
Library
Underneath It All (Recommended Read)
Humpday (But It's Saturday) (Recommended Read)
Morning Cravings (Recommended Read)
Devil's Trick, Devil's Treat: Hers & His
Masks of Desire: Halloween Surrender
