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.
Torn apart from her boyfriend due to fate, Claire attempts to rebuild her life, constantly pulled towards the bad influence lurking next door. This is a story of corruption, dark desires, and cuckolding.
Elara meets him in secret, where the river sings and the old mill remembers. His mouth claims her thighs; her moans crack the silence. In a village ruled by obedience, their bodies become defiance—slick with sweat, pulsing with hunger, fearless in the dark. She won’t hide. Not her pleasure, not her power. When the torches come, she stands naked in the firelight, daring them to look. What began in lust will burn the old order down.
After a hard night partying, Kelly sleeps in and realizes she's missed the deadline to submit an important assignment for marking. She rushes onto the campus to find Professor Beth Tomlins, her lecturer, to seek mercy. But the Professor is far from merciful and makes young Kelly submit to her sexually, and even then, there's no guarantee.
A number of dream filled nights leading up to Halloween lead a young woman to discover her true destiny. I had originally hoped to enter this story in the Halloween contest but about 20% of it was AI generated (I needed a kickstart after a bad bout of writers block and also some descriptions of historical events), and I wasn’t going to deceive anyone about AI use.
For everyone who cooked the feast, smiled through the small talk, and held it together until the last car pulled away—this one’s for you. This is a story for the hosts who collapse into the quiet after everyone is gone, only to find a different kind of hunger waiting in the kitchen’s wreckage. You know who you are.
A Mel Story When Mel slides into a booth with two strangers and a wicked grin, she’s not just ordering a drink—she’s setting the night on fire. What starts with flirtation over bourbon ends in a tangle of limbs, tongues, and heat that won’t quit. No narration, no apologies—just three voices, one unforgettable night, and enough sin to make a preacher sweat. Trouble at Table 3 is filthy, fast, and hot.