We live in a cancelled world. Rights we thought we had are gone. Protections—poof! Even the very concept of equality has been upturned. Yet I have received numerous messages from people who have stumbled across the site and felt the need to reach out and let me know that it was the first time they…
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Introducing…ShoeSnap
I’ve spent quite a bit of time making videos. And it’s true—the time that I spend planning, shooting, and editing robs me of the time that I used to dedicate to this site. But the two needn’t be mutually exclusive. In attempting to wrangle some order out of my quickly burgeoning library of media files,…
Follow Me in Merry Measure…
Wishing my readers and viewers a Happy Holiday and a joyous New Year! I hope you will continue to join me as we step into new adventures, both on page and on screen. Cheers!
Wading & Watching
– A True Story (For Once) – Time on social media can be funny. It continually passes, we evolve along the way, yet if we fail to post about it as it unfurls, it leaves mysterious gaps for the reader. When I posted my last featured piece, I had only just gone out on my…
Slippery Slope, Part I
– A Horny Short Series – My phone gave a brief pulse of vibration, and I glanced at the notification. It was a text from Coworker. Instantly, I felt the familiar flood of adrenaline laced with shame. I dropped the half-eaten toast on the plate with a crusty clink and swiped my thumb up the…
Horny Scenes
It’s hot outside! This balmy summer weather sets the stage for the latest micro-story: “Outside the Office Window.”
23 JUN 2024
Life Imitating Art & The Wolverines
I have never worn rubber boots in public. For someone who has authored a site like this one, it’s a pretty terrific thing to admit. Which means I’ve also never been on my own mudding adventure. At least half of my erotica content is dedicated to the WAM brand of the footwear fetish (possibly more–I’ve…
2.10 Equinox
Elaine Arbogast placed a wedge of coffee cake in front of Brandon. He looked down at the crumbled topping, which had slid onto the bone china like an indelicate avalanche. His father’s beloved Wedgewood—the ones with the gold band and the scalloped edge which used to be reserved for Sunday afternoon visits from his grandmother….
