Overeducated, underemployed Gen Z with a degree in overanalyzing everything (English/Creative Writing, if we’re being formal). I spend my days at a painfully sterile corporate job trying not to die of boredom, and my spare time writing stories that are technically fiction, but emotionally autobiographical as hell.

Erotica started as an experiment. Now it’s the one place I feel honest. (Not gonna lie, writing it turns me on more than reading it.) I write about the kind of sex that lingers. Awkward. Rushed. Misplaced. Sometimes tender. Almost always messy. Hungry. Stuff I’ve lived through, stuff I wish I had, stuff I wish I hadn’t, and stuff I probably shouldn’t admit to fantasizing about.

If you like stories that blend vulnerability, heat, and a little emotional bruising, stick around. I don’t promise happy endings, but I do promise real ones.