a postsecret valentine



I find this truly beautiful, and haunting. It makes me want to write. It reminds me of Harris Burdick. It inspires me. I hope it does the same for you.

Happy Valentine's Day.


brand spanking new

with emphasis on the spanking!

i've redesigned my website! it is bright and shiny and new and pink. read some hot writing, check out my books, and revel in the bright colors.

take a look and let me know what you think!

p.s. you might have noticed that i updated the blog, too.


Custom Erotica Source

I "auditioned" recently to become a writer for Custom Erotica Source, a VERY cool erotica website run by Sage Vivant and M. Christian. With their permission, I am posting an excerpt from the story. The challenge was to write a very specific story, with characters and plot outlined for me, in one week and in 1000 words. Yikes! To top it off, I had a 9 hour class on one of my two weekend days that week. Here is a bit of what I came up with.

by Riain Grey

The woman standing on my stoop was very pretty; a bit unusual looking somehow. Her eyes were a nice woodsy shade of hazel that perfectly complemented her light brown hair. She had a lovely figure, happily unobscured by the yellow summer dress she was wearing. Her breasts were firm and small, with thick nipples that jutted out proudly. Judging from the look of the dress, I was betting that there wasn't much on underneath. If anything. I felt myself get hard at that thought, but I did my best to ignore it. It wouldn't do to leer at the help. There were all kinds of laws about that. At least in the tropical heat of the greenhouse, her nipples wouldn't be quite so --

Suddenly I realized I was staring. Oops.

"Hi," she said, offering her hand for me to shake. "I'm Beth Stevens, here to see Alan. Is that you?"

"That's me. Come on in."

I ushered her into the front room and waved towards the couch. "Go ahead and take a seat, and we can get started. Can I get you something to drink?"

By ten minutes into the interview, I knew that I was going to hire her. She had a nice vibe and had done a lot of different things in her career. She seemed friendly and willing to learn. And I was looking forward to sharing the greenhouse with somebody.

"Why don't you come take a look," I said. "See what you think."

She nodded and followed me through the back of the house. Steam swirled out as soon as I opened the door.

"Wow," she said, surprised.

"I know," I said with a grin. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. I don't even feel it anymore."

She took an exploratory sniff and then breathed in appreciatively. "It smells so good in here. Like my grandparents' farm. It's...homey, somehow."

I nodded. "For me, this is home. I sleep in here now and then." I gestured to the far wall. "This is where we'll be planting." The tangle of vines and foliage looked a little intimidating, but she just looked around the greenhouse with a broad smile on her face.

"I'll take the job," she said.


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