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.
Harry's a worker, a very good worker, but he is from the wrong side of the divide from the lovely Wendy, his Overseer and long been his object of desire. He cannot believe they have any possible future together. In fact, even Harry's core beliefs in his purpose in life is in doubt, fuelled by naysayers. A short tongue in cheek fantasy romance story.
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.
Eleanor's loneliness is relieved by her fantasies. At first, she's unable to control them, but eventually one fantasy starts to become reality - or is she going mad? Crazy or not, happiness enters her life, though behind her she leaves confusion and a police search for a missing person.
This is a collection of very short smut stories in a CYOA-format detailing an unnamed male protagonist who is gender-bent by some kind of depraved fairy and Isekai’d into a different world.
This is a fantasy story I have been working on for a while, which has sort of been completed. I have been working on it for quite some time, but as you can tell, it does not yet have a name. I will work on that eventually.
In "The Bloody Chamber of the Lily-Footed Bride," grieving widower Elias receives a supernatural call from his late wife Maria. Drawn by forbidden desire and ritualistic foot worship, he steps into an alternate reality where passion turns into a gothic, transformative erotic horror. What begins as sensual reunion with her lily-pale feet and velvet heat escalates into a devouring ecstasy of tiger-striped flesh, mirrors, and surrender—where pleasure rewrites the body and soul forever.
After Plain Jane's widowed grandmother's funeral, the last task she was asked to do by her mother was to help clear the last of Gran's effects from her near-empty house before the new owners moved in. It was quite late at night, but she went with Mum to Gran's old house, where she had so many childhood memories, for the last sad time.