Ma/Fa Stories

The time is 1941. The place is England. The main character is Honey Weston. A female with posh roots and base instincts. A family history of German connections and petty criminal activities. Honey is ready to take the stage with her mixture of class and crude. She wants to be good but can't help being bad.

Horace has trouble with his wife, his mother-in-law, and an older brother. There is a female friend who is there for him. He helps her when he goes to see her when her world came crashing down leaving her a pregnant widow. It takes several years to sort out. He finds he just needed to assert himself to make it happen. Typical happyhugo story with children

best friends invited them to go boating, coincidently just after they had imagined having sex with them. Just what did they think would happen?

Freedom is heavy. Not the absence of walls. Not broken chains. Not an open road. It is the moment you stop running. The moment you surrender to something stronger than your fear. She was sure of herself, yet starving for freedom. He became her mirror showing her the parts she was ignoring. The collar is no cage. It is an anchor. The weight that finally stops her from drifting into the cold, meaningless void of not belonging.

Lennie and Samantha continue their unique relationship, along with the other girls in the story. But nothing stays the same, and things are changing. Does Samantha remain loyal? Can Lennie, worth only a fraction of those other men, handle his emotions about his girlfriend's many billionaire suitors, many of them in love with her?

His daughter wasn't his, but he still loved her. His wife didn't deny her cheating, so he decided to take the easy way out.

A Professor of Economics, who had a vibrant career at a university abroad, forced to be back in India due to a family issue. Her life takes a turn when she pokes the son of a politician.

Married 34-year-old Sarah hasn’t been touched in eight months. Her late-night personal training with hot young trainer Mike starts innocent — just “form corrections” that leave her soaked and guilty. Slow-burn tension builds through sweat, mirrors, and lingering touches until the empty gym doors lock.