Sarah's Tuesday yoga classes have become the highlight of her week?not just for the practice, but for Oliver, the instructor whose hands seem to linger just a moment too long during adjustments. Her husband notices too, sees the flush in her cheeks, the way she moves differently after each session.

The invitation for a private nude yoga session seems like the perfect solution to explore deeper practice. But as the evening unfolds in their living room, it becomes clear that some poses require more than flexibility?they demand complete surrender.

Oliver brings more than professional expertise to their home. He brings an understanding of desire, of the delicate dance between teacher and student, between watching and participating. As Sarah discovers new depths to her practice, her husband learns that submission can take many forms.

I write what I know: complicated relationships, inconvenient desires, and the strange places love takes us when we're brave enough to follow.

Specializing exclusively in cuckold erotica, I believe the hottest scenes happen in the mind first. Why do we want what we want? What makes forbidden fruit so damn delicious? These are the questions that fuel every story I tell.

When I'm not crafting tales of devoted husbands and adventurous wives, you'll find me people-watching at coffee shops (purely for research, obviously), debating relationship psychology with anyone who'll listen, and wondering why vanilla ice cream is called "vanilla" when it's actually quite exotic.

I don't write fairy tales. I write the stories that happen after "happily ever after" gets complicated.