Here, you will find stories and poems that I have written that I have not currently included in any books or other publications.
The poetry will be tagged with (poem) and anything erotic, it will be tagged NSFW. If there are any major triggers, I will list them at the top of the story so you may take care in reading.
I hope you enjoy them. Feel free to comment and give feedback on the pieces.
If you like fanfiction, I've written for the Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and The Boys fandoms. You can find my fanfic on Archive of Our Own/AO3, here. Most of it is very NSFW.
I also narrate some of my work. You can find my audios on Soundgasm, here. Most of them are erotic in nature, thus NSFW, so please mind your surroundings while enjoying.
If you like what you've read here, please be sure to check out my published books here.
I love teasing you while you’re at work. Sending you photos of me with just a hint of forbidden flesh. The curve of an ass cheek. The very edge of a perfectly pink nipple. I want you to be so hot for me that you have to sneak away to the bathroom at work so you can touch yourself.
I had a dream I lost all my teeth. When I woke up, I headed for the bathroom to do my morning rituals. I used the bathroom and then brushed my teeth. There was a little blood, but there always was. Then, one of my molars slipped from my gums.
Valeria tended to her garden with benevolence and love. She had to ensure the health of her beloved belladonna, hemlock, hellebore, and foxglove. Her customers sought the best from her deadly garden. After all, the poisons needed to be pure to release her sisters from the shackles of evil men.
Christa posed herself in a circle of candles and mixed grave dirt with the other ingredients as she spoke her incantation through tears, “Flesh and bone, your oats were sown. Flesh and bone, return to me, so I may not be alone,” Christa chanted as she continued to blend the elements of the bronze bowl before the faded photo.
TW: self-harm, mental illness
