Filthy Frank Memes Novels & Stories

“A callboy, huh? You begged so fucking sweetly when I had you spread out, coming apart on my cock like you’d never been touched before.” -- Scarlett Reed was done being the perfect, cheated-on wife. When her husband demanded an open marriage, she hired a callboy for one wild, no-holds-barred night of payback. He owned her body—hard, deep, filthy—until she left cash and vanished at dawn. Now she's pregnant. And the "callboy" is back: Ryder Voss, ruthless billionaire, smirking in the shadows. He pins her close, hand on her belly, voice dark and dripping heat: "You paid me to fuck you senseless, Scarlett. Now you're carrying my baby... and I want more. Every inch. Every moan. Forever." One night of revenge. One lifetime of obsession. Will she run... or surrender?

The Consigliere—my husband, Sal Barzini—who'd always despised anything soft or weak—suddenly started sleeping with a teddy bear. One button eye missing, filthy as a stray dog, yet he cuddled that beast every night, curled up in silk sheets like a baby returning to the womb. And left me freezing on the edge of the master bedroom. I couldn't stand it anymore. At our son Luca's first-year baptism, I announced I wanted out. Everyone went numb with shock. Sal grabbed a glass of red wine and threw it in my face. "You're jealous of a stuffed animal? Have you lost your fucking mind?" I wiped the wine from my cheek, cold as ice. "You say you want to spend your life with that beast. I'm giving you my blessing."

NOTE: THE BOOK IS A SERIES OF SHORT TWISTED SMUT STORIES. Vanessa is the assassin trained in seduction and the perfect kill. Her target is the King himself and the plan is simple: infiltrate his bedchamber, ensnare him with her body, and slip the dagger between his ribs before dawn. No attachments. No mercy. But the moment their eyes meet for the first time, everything shatters. Gracie’s marriage has a dysfunction: she no longer enjoys sex with her husband just after a year anniversary. But when the estate owner’s widow who just moved in next to them begins her nightly rendezvous, Gracie cannot stop watching her fuck herself under the moonlights. Is that the spark that she needs? And other filthy stories for your consumption. So buckle up, lovers, because this is only the beginning. The next series is already simmering, hotter, filthier, and ready to drag you deeper into the dark. Stay wet. Stay ready.

“Open that slutty little mouth wide, you filthy MILF whore. Take every fucking inch down your greedy throat.” I gagged violently, tears pouring down my face as he brutally rammed his thick, throbbing cock past my lips and straight into my throat. He fucked my face with savage, balls-deep strokes, stretching my neck obscenely while spit and precum gushed from my ruined mouth, soaking my heaving tits. ⚠️Mature Content Disclaimer This is nasty, dirty erotica. If you want raw, unfiltered filth in book form, you’re in the right place. Leave your inhibitions at the door. Expect: —BDSM —MILF —Forbidden Obsession —Rough Power Play —Steamy Taboo Romance —Intense, addictive sexual tension that explodes off the page Get ready for Dangerous Lust.

I never thought my darkest, filthiest fantasies about the Alpha's quadruplet sons would become reality. The moment my mother and their father left for Rome, I stopped being their innocent stepsister and became thier…offering. I gagged on Reign's cock in the confessional while Knight devoured my pussy during mass. Zion fucked me raw on the alter with his rosary wrapped around my throat like a leash and Cahiah the last brother? Lost his mind the moment I tit fucked him while he was still on his cassock. They were my stepbrothers — I was the Alpha's mistress daughter. The pack’s ruthless enforcers — I was wolfless, less than a human. The church’s ‘holy’ priest. — I was a filthy daydreamer. We were incompatible, they're off-limits and I was way below them. But…. Who cares? ⚠️THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION.⚠️ AND TO RESPECT THE RELIGION IS WHY THE AUTHOR ADDED WEREWOLF ELEMENTS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYTHING OR ANYONE EITHER LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL♥️

In a luxury boutique, a male influencer and I are eyeing the same watch. I'm about to give it up when I hear the salesperson yell at me in a shrill voice, "Get your filthy hands off it right now! Mr. Parr saw it first. How dare you compete with him? He's an important customer of our store!" I freeze and see Alan Parr staring at me with utter disgust, his arms crossed. "You think a country bumpkin like you deserves that watch? Do you even know how much its accessories cost? A pauper like you definitely can't afford it!" he snaps, then holds up a card and signs the receipt. However, the name he signs is my wife's. The supplementary card he's holding is the one I gave my wife for her allowance.

Mabel Landry and I have been in love with each other for ten years. Our relationship has started since our school days, and we've been married for years. All in all, we're the perfect couple that everyone envies. But I get into an accident on our tenth year anniversary. When Mabel arrives at the hospital, she looks at me with pain and sorrow in her eyes. "Why are you this careless, Dustin? If anything does happen to you, I might as well die!" I'm about to console Mabel when I suddenly see two live comments streaking across my vision. "Mabel Landry is nothing but a filthy cheater! Despite that loving facade of hers, the truth is, she's already slept with her side piece behind Dustin's back!" "When will Dustin finally realize that Mabel has already cheated on him with someone else?"

In order to save her family from ruin, Seraphina Vale signs a one-year contract that sells her body and soul to the ruthless billionaire Kaelan Voss — the man she blames for destroying her life. Trapped in his luxurious penthouse, Sera must obey every command: attend elite events on his arm, follow his strict rules, and surrender to his darkest desires whenever he demands. What begins as furious hate turns into addictive, filthy pleasure. But Kaelan is not the monster she thought. As dangerous enemies close in and shocking betrayals surface, Sera finds herself craving the very man who owns her. In a world of power, obsession, and sin, one question remains: Will she pay the debt with her body… or lose her heart in the process? Warning: Extremely explicit content. Dark themes, dubious consent, possessive anti-hero, heavy spice, and jaw-dropping twists.

Her fiancé murdered her family and sold her virgin cunt to the highest bidder in the North. Ten million gold, and she’s on her knees, dripping, collared, and gifted to the Devil Alpha himself. Vuk Kael Lasković is seven feet of cruel muscle and demonic cock. He rips her open on the throne-room floor, knot swelling, fangs in her throat, and growls through the ruin: “Fuck!! Look at you taking me raw—what have you done to me, little moon?” He paid to hunt her. He’ll spend the rest of eternity breeding her sloppy, marking every inch of skin, turning the last Lunar princess into his personal, whimpering, cum-soaked queen. She was sold to be used and discarded. She’ll be the filthy little slut who owns the Devil’s soul, one ruined orgasm at a time.

My blood-bonded mate, Prince Dorian, despised me. I was just a mortal to him. A girl with filthy blood. His eternity was already promised to a pureblood—Cordelia. When she died in an accident, he blamed me. Hated me for ten years. But when rival vampires attacked our castle, he saved me. Bleeding out in my arms, he used his last breath to push my shaking hands away. "Odette... if only the Bond had never tied us together." At his wake, they kicked me out. So I climbed to the top of their family’s skyscraper—a place they arrogantly called "Heaven's Needle"—and jumped. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night the ancient Blood Bond chose me as his mate. This time, I'm setting him free. And myself along with him.