Viola Wilde's Blog

Let’s skip the small talk.

You didn’t come here for pleasantries.
You came because something inside you is curious. Aching. Starved.
For stories that don’t just turn you on, but open you up.

I want to introduce you to a place.

A private club.
Invite-only. Strict rules. No shame. No limits.
Just desire, distilled.

It’s called Club Temptation—and once you step inside, nothing stays the same.

✨ The Series: Club Temptation
Where every kink has a room,
Every desire has a door,
And every story is a stand-alone seduction.

Behind those doors, you’ll find:

First-time submissives learning how to kneel (and love it)
Dominants who don’t ask—they command
< ménage, rope, impact, denial, devotion
Strangers becoming obsessions
Lovers discovering who they really are when the lights go low

Each novella stands alone. You don’t need to read in order.
Just pick a night.
Step inside.
And see what your body’s been begging for.

Want more?
Sneak peeks. Behind-the-scenes filth. Blog posts that feel like whispered sins.
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The doors are open.
The safewords are honored.
And the pleasure?
It’s all yours.

—Viola Wilde
Your favorite reason to squirm in public

Hi.
I’m Viola Wilde—and I write erotica.

Not just the kind that makes you reach for a glass of water and a locked door (though… yes, that too).

But the kind that lingers. The kind that holds your face in its hands and makes you feel things long after the scene fades to black.

I write about kink.
About control.
About what it means to give yourself to someone and still hold the reins of your own power.

My characters don’t just fall into bed.

They fall into themselves.

They unravel. They ache. They heal through sex, through submission, through the kind of intimacy that leaves marks—on skin, sure, but also on memory.

You won’t find billionaires and blindfolds with zero consequences here.
You’ll find:

💔 Post-divorce women rediscovering their hunger
🖤 Dominants who speak in rules, not riddles
💦 Consent. Always. Control play, impact play, praise, pain, and worship
🥀 Emotional depth that hurts just right
🔥 And orgasms that feel earned

Because for me? Erotica isn’t an escape.

It’s a return.

To your body. To your breath. To that secret version of yourself that’s always known what you want—but never had the words for.

If you're still reading this, chances are...
You're mine already.
So come closer.
I’ve got stories to tell,
Knots to tie,
And hearts to ruin—with care.

—Viola Wilde
Writing kink with claws, care, and a whole lot of feeling
🔗 literarytrash.com