Hi everyone,
Yes, it’s me—Mister M.
Early sixties, a bit disheveled, graying hair, more wrinkles on my forehead—but I’m still damn hungry to write.
Back in the day, I published a lot of pretty dirty stuff under various names. Then, at some point, Amazon kicked me off the platform. When I revisited those old texts, I thought: What a waste. Too good to just sit on a hard drive.
So, I decided to put all that material—plus a heap of new stories—out there under one name: Mister M Books.
Welcome to my world.
I’m not promising tender romances or rose petals in the bed. What you get instead are honest, raw, no-holds-barred sex stories—exactly as they are.
If you’re looking for clean, romantic erotica: you’ve come to the wrong place.
If you want it dirty, unfiltered, and with a dash of dark humor—then you’re in exactly the right spot.
Old Mister M is sitting at a sidewalk café right now, a glass of Sancerre next to his MacBook and memories of the good old days.
Take a look around, pick something out, and let yourself be surprised.
Yours, still hungry for more,
Mister M