Ma/Fa Stories

Jeffery’s been a bad boy, and Zarina makes him pay, and pay, and pay some more. Embark on a seductive journey through the shadows of desire with Jeffery and the enigmatic dominatrix, Zarina. When Jeffery runs into Zarina (a black goddess in cowboy garb), she seizes control, leaving him yearning and tethered to their dark dynamic. As he grapples with his submissive desires, Jeffery must navigate a path to prove himself worthy of Zarina’s intoxicating cruelty and give himself to the BNWO.

A story in the Night of Madness Universe
This is the origin story of Dire Wolf and Fang. The story of a girl that becomes blind, then later on the Night of Madness discovers she has gained extraordinary powers, and then finds she is actually able to find love.

Kiara knows she was born to dance, swearing she will never need a husband if she can dance forever, but then she meets the new male lead, and everything changes.

18 yo virgin teen learns family secret on mothers deathbed. Her father is alive? He's making movies in Florida? With her grandpa? Triple X movies? Will the lovely young girl join daddy on camera? Spill her virgin blood for the viewing public? Read on... / (Reviews)

People keep asking me what I'm doing these days and such. So much has changed in my life in the past few months it's hard to even know where to begin but hopefully this will help out. It was time for a change, that was for sure, and what better way than to spend an evening out with my cousin Kristen?

A week earlier I proved that I would do anything for my dad. In order to convince my horrible uncle to allow my dad have Tammy again, it meant I had to let him have his way with me. As much as my dad appreciated being able to have sex again with his cute niece, he felt guilty about what I had to do to make it happen. Well, if this is how he makes up to me, maybe I need to make him feel guilty more often!

A John Wenchman's Femdom adventures after divorce Story
The ladies treat John with an erotic wrestling match. How much abuse and humiliation will his two female opponents inflict on him?

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.