You’ve just stepped into a space where we don’t write for climax. We write for presence. For ache. For scent. For the echo that comes after moaning.
This isn’t a group for fast gratification. It’s for those of us who read in pulses, share with reverence, and write with open breath.
What you’ll find here: 🕯 Weekly ritual prompts 🖋 Literary erotica that listens before it speaks 💬 Space to reflect on books that feel more like mirrors
We are memoirists. Erotica writers. Sacred kink witnesses. And those who want to say yes—only when the body already has.
Introduce yourself (or don’t). Drop your favorite line from a book you wish more people knew. Start here: What part of your body remembers something you've never said out loud?
We write for presence.
For ache.
For scent.
For the echo that comes after moaning.
This isn’t a group for fast gratification.
It’s for those of us who read in pulses, share with reverence, and write with open breath.
What you’ll find here:
🕯 Weekly ritual prompts
🖋 Literary erotica that listens before it speaks
💬 Space to reflect on books that feel more like mirrors
We are memoirists. Erotica writers. Sacred kink witnesses.
And those who want to say yes—only when the body already has.
Introduce yourself (or don’t).
Drop your favorite line from a book you wish more people knew.
Start here:
What part of your body remembers something you've never said out loud?
Welcome.
Breathe.
Stay a while.
— K.S. McCrae