A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story In Starwick, Cinderella doesn’t dream of rescue—she dreams of power. When a mysterious seamstress gifts her a scandalous gown and a spell with a warning, she crashes the royal ball like a dare in heels. But this isn’t a tale of glass slippers and true love. It’s a smutty little tale of lust, rebellion, and choosing what burns. Midnight won’t break the spell—she will. And the prince? He’s just the first thing she makes hers.
A mysterious vintage Leica begins delivering photographs Alex never took—intimate moments with a woman he hasn’t met. Each image pulls him deeper into the city’s shadows and toward Maya, a poet with secrets of her own. As the camera reveals glimpses of a perfect future, Alex must choose: follow the vision—or step out of the frame and into something real. A story about love, fate, and a life unframed.
A mysterious vintage Leica begins delivering photographs Alex never took—intimate moments with a woman he hasn’t met. Each image pulls him deeper into the city’s shadows and toward Maya, a poet with secrets of her own. As the camera reveals glimpses of a perfect future, Alex must choose: follow the vision—or step out of the frame and into something real. A story about love, fate, and a life unframed. This is the draft prior to final edit, which reduced it from 6,500 words to 1,700.
Mother’s Day brunch begins with croissants and compliments—but ends in unthinkable heat. When one teasing question turns the air electric, Rachel finds herself at the center of a family celebration that erupts into lust, surrender, and taboo. Mimosas blur the lines, desires ignite, and every boundary is crossed in this unapologetically depraved tale of generational hunger and maternal power.
A grief-numbed drifter rides into a dying Texas town and falls into bed—and danger—with two women who want more than his body. As lust deepens into something darker, they draw him into a high-stakes heist where surrender might be the only way to survive. Five Days to Abilene is literary Western erotica about desire, ruin, and the thrill of finally being claimed.
A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story In the village of Thistledown, librarian Penelope Pumpernickel embarks on a scandalously scientific quest to find her Goldilocks moment—not too big, not too small, but just right. With three very different brothers, a nosy knitting circle, and a notebook full of “field notes,” this steamy, cheeky fairytale proves that the best discoveries are hands-on—and sometimes, deeply satisfying.
She was Elena, the obedient maid—but beneath the apron lived Sofia Marquez, a woman forged in fire and shadows. When midnight temptation turns to reckless touch, Mr. Carver finds himself pinned beneath the one woman he was never meant to see. In a house heavy with silence and secrets, one stolen night threatens to ignite everything. The Fire She Hid is a short story of desire, dominance, and the dangerous power of being truly seen.
A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story When Jack trades his last coin for magic beans, he doesn’t expect a stalk thick as sin—or a giantess with curves of epic proportions and no patience for foreplay. At the top waits Elara, harp-playing, skirt-lifting royalty with a taste for tiny men and big fun. Jack thought he was climbing for treasure, but he’s about to get far more than gold. Filthy, funny, and absolutely not for children, this is a fairytale with a very happy ending.
In 1850s New Orleans, a free woman of color slips into a masked ball with a secret and a smile. Amara knows the rules—but tonight, she chooses to break them. When she draws the gaze of Julien Beaumont, heir to a sugar empire built on stolen lives, desire becomes defiance. In a moonlit courtyard, silk falls, truths burn, and power trembles. She carries Haiti in her bones. He carries chains he doesn’t see. But she does.
Every Saturday, Julian visits the farmer’s market for peaches, but it’s Tessa’s ripe teasing and sticky fingers that keep him coming back. When she invites him behind the stall for a private tasting, the shy professor finds himself in a world of honeyed heat, dirty talk, and fruit-soaked pleasure. “Saturday’s Sweetest” is a filthy, sun-drenched romp where the produce isn’t the only thing dripping.