Ma/Fa Stories

A A Wifes tale Story
Part of the Life story universe
Over the past year, I've had quite a few requests to write a follow-up to The Woodworker's Wife, one in which Marcus gets his comeuppance. I had a story bouncing around in my thoughts, the chance to including Marcus as the villain was the perfect addition. It's not another tale of Dave and Zoe, nor is it a true sequel. But it does have Marcus as one of the villains. It is possible to read this as a standalone story

Gone fishin' / (Reviews)

What do you call a human with cat ears and a tail? I need to know because I have one living in my house! I go to bed with my cat sleeping on my chest and wake up to a naked woman straddling my lap! I have no idea what's going on, and even worse, it keeps happening! Everywhere I go, animals end up turning into naked women!

Bowser has kidnapped Princess Peach and sealed her in his labyrinth of paintings. He has more uses for her than just baiting a certain plumber.

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.