There’s something about Halloween that feels inherently kinky to me.

A birthday newsletter erotica excerpt.

For those that like to watch

Hooking up with your housemate is totally inappropriate, right? A work of erotic fiction, continued from the other side.

What do you get when you combine a switch and a dominatrix? Mistress Stone and I talk sensual sadism, leading and being led, and Helmut Newton.

Summer contains multitudes. I could explore them forever; erotic fragments, fictions, and truths.

I love the intimacy, the candour that comes in the corners of crowded rooms; a work of erotic fiction.

Featuring the woman herself, champagne, conversation, Prince, red nails, double-ended dildos and a damn good lobster roll…

You are whoever you want to be, with whoever you want to be with; a love letter to the metropolis.

The Halloween Special; this one goes out to all my freaky cinephiles.

My shameless appropriation of the thirty-six questions that lead to love, continued.

My shameless appropriation of the thirty-six questions that lead to love, continued.

You become something else when you ride, when you fly; a love letter to my bicycle.

To the blog, to ‘Elle’, to the start of my shameless appropriation of the thirty-six questions that lead to love.