Eric Ross: Stories

A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story
When Hansel and Gretel stumble on a gingerbread trap, they find more than candy: a sultry witch, a forager with wandering hands, and a chance to rewrite their fairy tale with rope, heat, and no regrets. Hansel meets his match in the woods. Gretel? She goes back for seconds. Taste My Sweets is a funny and erotic retelling of desire, danger, and the kind of magic you can only cast with your mouth. It’s definitely NOT the fairy tale you remember.

Once a year, the gate opens—for Aisha and Elior alone. The garden remembers them, and as vines part and figs split, they answer its call with sweat, laughter, and a hunger sharpened by absence. Among trembling leaves and blooming fire, their bodies meet in a ritual of rhythm and release. What begins with a pomegranate becomes worship and undoing. This is no paradise. It’s something wilder—sacred, erotic, and entirely theirs.

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 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.

A Mel Story
Mel came to haggle, flirt, and stir up trouble—she left with a locket, a legacy, and her mother’s fire burning in her chest.

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.

A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story
Red Riding Hood is all grown up—and she’s done playing the innocent. With wine on her lips and scandal in her step, she heads into the woods where a submissive Wolf lurks, a well-endowed Woodsman swings his axe, and Granny’s house hides more than tea and gossip. When the red cloak comes off, Red takes control—rewriting the tale with moans, mayhem, and a very accommodating bed.

A Mel Story
Mel doesn’t do vulnerability—only chaos, climax, and the next wild night. But when an old story opens a new wound, and two women see through the performance, Mel’s world slows down. A night of toys, tongues, and trust becomes something more than a thrill—it becomes a reckoning.

A Mel Story
Poker, bourbon, and blues—Mel’s not just playing to win, she’s here to burn it down. When a crooked bet draws her into a smoky showdown, she schools the table, then drags a drifter out back for a heat-soaked alley brawl of bodies and bravado. Neon hums, the jukebox moans, and Mel rides every beat like a storm in heels. Dirty-talking, whiskey-drenched, and wild to the core—this is one red-hot mama you don’t try to tame.