I’ve been getting some peeps asking about how to reach me for fan mail. If you ever want to chat, you can hit me up through email. ♥

Hey, so what’s with the mask? No, I’m not some rebellious anarchist/Japanese fangirl… much. XD I have allergies. A lot of them, the worst being mold. When I started self publishing in 2015, it was because I was bed bound with an unknown illness. It turned out to be mold toxicity. So, yeah, the mask is purely functional and lately only comes out when I’m bombarded with allergens the allergy shots I take just can’t tackle. When I first got it I was feeling really self conscious, and I thought, ‘fuck it, let’s embrace it!’ and photoshopped a nice version of me looking (totally) badass. XD

If you read my earlier stories, you’re probably going to see the influence of a moldy brain. I mention it a lot because I’m finally getting better and I want to fix up those older stories. My newer stuff takes priority, but yeah, it would be nice to have a consistent level of quality to give to readers. This has been a long journey for just a basic level of health–don’t even get me started on the PTSD–and things take time. But life keeps happening and there’s no waiting for everything to be perfect and the stars to align. This is what I’ve got to work with, so best to flaunt it proud. <3

HEY THERE! *wave*

Sadie Sins, at your service. I’m a tomboy writer/artist out of New England with a passion for hunky strong men, lithe pretty boys, and lots of hot dirty talk. If you’re looking for a hard edge with possessive personalities, bad attitudes, rough language, and steamy to downright filthy smut, I’m your girl. If it’s two guys (or more) getting it on, be it with the help of magic, a full moon, or just good old fashioned lube, I’ll be striving to make sure it gets as naughty as possible, with just a touch of sweet to flavor.

If you can’t tell, I have a lot of fun with my writing. I don’t take things too seriously, and I hope my readers don’t either. I think we can all use a little escape into fantasy, and I enjoy indulging in something hot and sweaty to contrast the stress of the day to day. I like rough, but not crude smut with creative twists, intense heat, and quirky characters. I’m sick of reading ‘I love you’ a million times in one story. And soul. If one of my characters is looking into someone’s soul, they’re probably a vampire about to sink their fangs in. Just saying. I’m not a soccer mom, I’m not married, and the closest thing I have to kids are my three cats. When I’m not perving out in my writing, I’m painting, sculpting, and enjoying the beauty the world has to offer. But I’m probably perving. It makes life much more fun.


My writing roots actually start in fanfiction (I bet you can guess my favorite series.) I had written an epic, sprawling 320,000 word fic that was rudely interrupted by one of those cataclysmic events that occur—My parents died. I gave up on writing and all that inward soul searching it required. Seven years later, I figured it was about time to let myself dream again. Once I actually self published my first book, there was no going back. I love it. I love writing, I love the idea of making a living off of it, and I don’t want to live any other way.


I’m actually a bit of a pro with a digital paintbrush. I’m new to book covers and the eye-catching requirements and typography they need, but if you ever want to see a fantasy creature look like it’s real and about to jump out of your screen, I’ve been making them for ages. My art is pretty restricted to said book covers lately—Digital painting is rather tedious, and I’m enjoying learning photo-manipulation (I used to call it cheating) to speed up the process. My tools of the trade are Photoshop CS5, a little Wacom tablet, and a million free fonts.


I prefer to think of myself as a sharer (aka, rambling opinionated person.) After years of helping other inspiring artists get past their fears of making mistakes to finally push to make a better painting, it just seemed natural to turn it to my passion for writing passionately. I want to read some sexy stories, and if I can help writers face their insecurities and see how to construct their scenes better, I will selfishly get my wish. Not to mention, I love breaking things down. It helps me as a writer, feeds my creativity, and lets me push past my anxiety disorder.


*for an in depth look at abuse, the intelligence of the body and psyche, and how dark topic erotica helps survivors accept their bodies, their arousal, and themselves, I wrote an informative piece titled ‘Dark Fantasies For Abuse Survivors.’

I want to address the elephant–or in this case, the naked, gay, tied up man–in the room. Sex. Dark sex. ‘Inappropriate’ sex or ‘obscene’ sex. I was raised in a shame based culture. I live in America where we still have obscenity laws which differentiates obscenity from erotica as, ‘I know it when I see it,’ and ‘whether the work, taken as a whole, lacks serious literary, artistic, political, or scientific value.’ Free speech does not protect whatever someone decides obscenity is, and let me say how outrageous that is. Shame takes away the protection of freedom of speech.

Part of the problem with shame is the inability for people to study sex with an open mind and heart for fear of being judged and ostracized from their society. So let me present to you the value I have found in writing dark sex fantasies for a living, while I also point out the writers of serial killers, the writers of alien invasions or fantasy do not need to justify the value of what they do. They do not have to fear their books being removed from sites and stores and their livelihood taken away because someone ‘knew it when they saw it.’ Most everyone has sexual fantasies. I write darker fantasies because they interest me, and I feel they have a stronger impact on people than common erotica. I think dark fantasies are what a lot of people need when they live in a repressed culture. I think the more the world demands people be a certain way to fit in, the more sexual fantasies come in to alleviate pressure by creating healthy, judgement free outlets.

I want you to know there is absolutely nothing wrong with having dark sexual fantasies. Ever. No matter the shape or the form. A fantasy is a fantasy. They do not demand action; they do not demand anything from you but to hopefully understand yourself better. That is what writing fantasies and sharing them with others does; it allows the writer to understand his/her psyche better and it allows the reader to understand his/her psyche. When we understand who we are, when we pull back shame, and fear, and self hate and can see every aspect of who we are is worthy of love, we become better people.

I cannot, unfortunately stop the world from judging those who rise above shame and learn to be happy with who they are. This is not a new battle. Homosexuality is still criminal in parts of the world because some cultures refuse to accept people the way they are. In America, I have watched a war on the poor grow more and more horrific because those who make the laws don’t see low income individuals as worthy of basic human rights. My shame based culture is not limited to sex, although a lot is connected with the body. From sexual desires and urges to the amount of fat we have, our height, our skin color, our age, our hair, our facial features, the way we smell, the way we dress, the way we speak, the way our bodies move, the cars we drive, the things we own; this world spends every waking moment trying to tell people they are not okay exactly how they are. If they just brush their teeth, lose 50 lbs, get a high paying job, and be ten years younger they can finally be happy.

You can be happy now, this very instant, and you don’t have to do anything but accept who you are and be okay with it. You can say the wrong thing and still be a good person. You can wear clothes with holes in them (counting five in my current outfit) and still have value. You can read a dirty story and still be an awesome person. You can even write a dirty story and manage to help the world too.

This is not a plea to not be judged; this is a hope for people to stop judging themselves. It’s bad enough people hate themselves for their own bodies. It’s even more destructive to hate yourself for your own sexual fantasies. Shameless isn’t a bad word. Shame, in comparison, is the most destructive idea humanity has come up with. You are beautiful exactly as you are.