Hey, sinners ♡

I'm a quiet woman with a very loud past, finally reckless enough to drag every last shadow out of my memory and pin it to the page.
I'm not new to desire; I've lived it, tasted it, worn the marks, and kept the receipts. Those nights (and mornings, and afternoons bent over someone's desk) didn't vanish; they just waited. Now they're slipping into my stories, wearing different names, different faces, but the same bruises, the same breathless pleas, the same taste of copper and honey on the tongue.

Some will be fanfiction, because corrupting the characters you love is half the fun. Others will be raw, original erotica with no safety net and no apologies.

Expect filth that remembers. Expect kink that knows exactly how skin feels when it's stretched too tight over want. Expect scenes that will make your mother unfollow you in horror and your therapist clear their schedule for the next month.

I don't write gentle. I don't write safe. I write what actually happened behind closed doors, only darker, sharper, and loud enough that you'll feel it in your throat the next day.

Welcome to the deep end.

Some of us never learned how to swim... and we like it that way.

(18+ only! You've been warned)