As a writer of erotic fiction, I’m often asked where I get the ideas for my stories. Interesting question isn’t? After counting 10 beats in my head, and allowing for a necessary heavy pause that borders on uncomfortable, I eventually fess- up and answer by saying, I haven’t done everything my characters have done, and peppering the answer with, because there just isn’t enough time…before ending with the truth, which is: I’m equiped with a great imagination and a really dirty mind.
Below is a list of books I’ve either written or was a contributing author in the erotic anthology, or on-line magazine:
Sex Through the Zodiac - a novel.
Rusty Nail - Erotic Stories of Every Flavor.
The Party - Swingers! Adventures in Swinging by today’s best erotic writers.
Board Shorts - Men in Shorts.
For the Love of Feet - Sex and Shoes.
Bittersweet Chocolate - Ambrosia: An Anthology of Sex and Appetite.
The Piano - Sex and San Francisco (see book cover below - details on where to purchase cumming soon!)
Animal Inside - Orgasmic: Erotica for Women
Skinny Man - Oysters and Chocolate/Ezine
Sitting alone at her friend’s New Year’s Eve wedding reception wearing what she describes as a pink flamingo bridesmaid dress, Roxanne ponders not only her recent break up with her boyfriend, a Virgo, but also her obsession with astrology.
As she bites into her second piece of wedding cake, shortly after counting down the last few seconds of 2008 and welcoming the New Year, she decides what her New Year’s resolution will be: Gain more intimate knowledge of each zodiac sign by having sex with all twelve signs in the coming year.Within a few short minutes of making her resolution, Roxanne has three very attractive men, each born under a different sign, each vying for her attention.
What will Roxanne do? Will she ultimately settle down with one of her 12 lovers this year? And with which sign could she find lasting happiness? Find out in this fast-paced romp through the zodiac!
Excerpt from the short story, Animal Inside:
“…You like to watch,” he said, while he rubbed his cock. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. The water was targeting the back of his right hand, as he moved it faster up and down along his shaft….”
Excerpt from the short story, The Piano:
“…I can remember one time when I was doing my best sucking and licking this pretty little brunette’s pussy. She was moaning something fierce. Her engorged clit was the color of a sun-kissed plum as it ripens on a branch. She tasted like salt and honey, sweet. Her legs were spread wide open for me and my hands were squeezing the cheeks of her tight, little ass just before her husband walked through the front door….”
Excerpt from the short story, Rusty Nail:
“…She glanced down at the red chafe marks around her wrists and then turned around to see her backside in the mirror, letting her fingers trace the raised welts on her upper thighs and buttocks. Ouch. Still tender even after 12 hours of sleep. That’s going to turn black and blue, she thought….”
Excerpt from the short story, The Party:
“…As I sit in the chair, basking in the ambiance, I think back on how I first became involved in swinging parties. Swinging was my ex-husband’s idea. He wanted to spice up our sex life and I really have him to thank for my inauguration into the world of non-monogamous sex….”
Excerpt from short story, Board Shorts:
“…Surfers often wear their board shorts past their belly buttons; hugging on their jutting hips. To me, a surfer’s board shorts are like brightly colored presents begging to be opened. Once you unwrap the present, you’ll find the most delicious cock inside….
Excerpt from short story, For the Love of Feet.
“…My dick was twitching at the thought of kneeling down in front of her, slowly slipping off her shoes and planting wet, meaningful kisses across the tops of her sheer, nylon-covered toes and feet….”
Excerpt from the short story, Bittersweet Chocolate.
“…I like my men for the same reasons I like dark meat, and dark chocolate. Men with dark skin and dark features are alluring and sexy to me. I enjoy the supple feel and smell of their olive skin as I slide my body over every emollient inch; breathing in the fertile, musky-sweet scented peaks and valleys….”








