Erotic Fictions

I write and draw erotic fictions. Kinky texts about domination, made with the dirty ink of a black ballpoint pen.

Fiction is great to talk about reality. It unfolds alt-worlds.

Do you want me to push a little further, a little deeper, read my texts. The title always say it all.

Which one will you pick first?

  • Porn Junkie

    Porn Junkie

    You watch porn. Until that day you found this first picture of your wife — online. She knows you like humiliation. Oddly, it excited you to discover her. You fantasized about sucking Them, with Her…

  • Pro Hedonist

    Pro Hedonist

    I am a professional hedonist. A rich old bitch, Ivy-educated, secret keeper, sexy dinner date, wine connoisseur, travel companion, and their favorite slut. Here for epicurean adventures. Follow them…

  • Sexual Surveillance

    Sexual Surveillance

    When the January 6 insurrection occurred, they had been doing this for months: using the video surveillance recognition system to spot the peculiarities of visitors.

  • Boxing Day

    Boxing Day

    You are tired of being a punching bag at the table. You are freaky, and you are not going to change it. How stressful could be the Holiday Season! I thought that the best solution to your problem would be an abduction.

  • Broken toy

    Broken toy

    You stand in front of me. Properly tied. Delicately gagged. You don’t move. Well, you can’t move. You hear me say “…a blind toy ready to play with.” We are fragile! That’s what we are. We all know how weak the body is.

  • Free sex

    Free sex

    I was desperate for a hookup. Everybody would smell it at first sight, and rejected me after I paid for the first drink. Wasn’t I capable of getting free sex? I would have done anything for free. Give a chance to some free sex.

  • Sex, lies, and ropes

    Sex, lies, and ropes

    The hunting season has started, and many predators drink their early morning coffee inside a hunting box in an isolated country. Not me, I hate the countryside. I am a city hunter. I take my coffee at the corner

  • Even Sex

    Even Sex

    I wanted to forget about sex. Because — even sex… I am so average. I wanted to forget myself in that club. In the restroom, I found a back entry to Heaven. I cannot remember the club but I saw Eve with her snake.

  • Ice Cream

    Ice Cream

    I wanted badly an ice cream, but pretended not to know him. He was cute at the corner booth. A middle-aged man with no taste. Dressed like a college teacher. Proud Member of the Wifey-dunno-fuck-anymore Club.

  • Excuse my French

    Excuse my French

    This is what my Parisian lover is telling me. I love when he speaks French but Is it below the English that refers to it? What is this insanity? It is what he means? I guess my boyfriend is one of these dirty French!

  • Man-Crusher


    Confessions of a ballbuster. Careful, it is a serious matter! That girl has a crush on you, but it may not be what you think it is. What she means is she will literally crush your balls. That is her thing and how she loves men.

  • Precious Juice

    Precious Juice

    keep that precious juice! Protect your manhood, embrace your feminine side, and let your girlfriend decide for your pleasure, if any.