Softerotica Stories

Julian Carter is a 30-year-old, African-American bachelor: he is tall, built, and extremely handsome. Since his ex-girlfriend cheated on him, and sold their relationship to the tabloids, he has made it a point to not trust women. He has a lot going for him: he is the owner of Carter Law Firm in Manhattan, New York. He’s always been the one to get what he wants, when, and how he wants it. His life however, is about to change when his new maid is 22-year-old Samantha Robinson; and all he can do is imagine what he can do in bed with her. She may not be the prettiest girl in the room, but she seems to be the only one that can stir up emotions in him that were never present before! Her wild red hair is all he can see in his dreams. What’s worse, she has a disturbed past, and doesn’t trust anyone either. How can two people who can't trust, be together? He won't let that stop him from having her - he has to think of a way to make her trust him, so he can finally get a taste of the forbidden fruit. Will a game turn into the player falling for the subject? Will he hold on to his promiscuous ways, or will he let love win and finally settle down with the girl of his dreams? Be prepared for a world of love, betrayal, and dedication. Each chapter will make you want to jump into the next chapter. Join me as we move into the life of Julian Carter, and Samantha Robinson.

In the quiet glow of oil lamps and the hush of monsoon rain, a woman loosens the pleats of her saree-and time seems to pause. In the Lotus Hollow is a lyrical exploration of desire seen not as urgency, but as reverence. Set within an intimate, temple-like atmosphere, the story traces the gaze as it travels across silk, skin, and shadow, coming to rest at the still centre of the body where breath, beauty, and longing meet. Rich with Indian imagery-lamp-light, carved stone, ritual gestures, and rain-softened air-this sensual prose meditates on the sacredness of the female form and the quiet power of being seen. It is not a tale of action, but of attention; not of possession, but of surrender. A slow, atmospheric piece for readers who find intimacy in suggestion, poetry in skin, and devotion in desire.