I don’t post everything on the public blog, some stories are too tender, too charged, too easy for strangers to twist. The Reader is where I let those pieces live. You may find session stories that start quiet and end with a man shaking in my arms. Or a late-night reflection about why touch feels different when it’s given slowly. Some months I share early chapters of my erotic flipbooks before they ever go on sale. There’s also an audio corner, short grounding practices for nervous men, and whispered stories that feel almost too personal to record. It’s not a flood of content, and it’s not perfect. It’s just the real stuff, my thoughts, my voice, my work when no one’s looking.