Ma/Fa Stories

In the ruins of a forgotten amusement park, photographer Avery stumbles into a world of mist, mirrors, and moonlight ruled by the goddess Lunara. Haunted by buried shame and seduced by a guide who may not be human, he’s drawn into a sensual rite where desire is devotion and transformation comes at a price. Lunara’s Veil is a mythic erotic tale of queer longing, ecstatic surrender, and the haunting beauty of being claimed by something greater than yourself.

In the hidden chambers of Omega Epsilon Alpha Omega, legacy is etched in silence, sacrifice, and power. As graduating president Heather Udell walks the Red Room one last time, she reflects on the women who came before her. Among them, Harriet Clarke looms largest: twice denied the US presidency, never defeated. Behind each portrait lies a secret, behind each plaque, a price. Whispers of vanished votes, forbidden speeches, and doctrines written in the dark shadow.

The Horse riding club convinces Lew again to have a free photo shoot except for Hellen. The results of the photoshoot are presented. Lew finally gets a haircut and plays with the hairdresser's help. The Canadian girls get tested in Tanja’s club. Petra reveals some of her adventures as a concierge. Lew is roped into performing a long-awaited deflowering of Janet. Tanja’s American cruise friends finally make an appearance. Dawn’s dad is tricked.

A virtuoso violinist is consumed by a sentient symphony in this absurd, erotic romp. When Maestro Vivaldi unveils his masterpiece—Symphony No. 69 in Erotic Minor—Julian finds himself overtaken by music that doesn’t just play, it fucks. Packed with lusty notes, moaning cellos, and one unforgettable climax, this story is outrageous and unapologetically absurd. Bring a towel.

Young god Pargasus challenges Zeus to a sexual battle in Zeus's own harem.

It's been 4 years to the day since I was back home for summer break and my Aunt and cousin joined us to celebrate the 4th of July. It was then I learned Kristen had been "substituting" for me so far as taking care of my dad's "needs". In short before the day was over we had our first family "orgy". Since then the five of us getting together all at once has only happened a couple of times. Would today's anniversary be one of those times?

In a rush of excitement, he ventured into his girlfriend's room, drawn to her secret collection of panties. Heart racing, he discovered delicate pieces, each telling tales of intimacy. This daring exploration would lead him into a thrilling mix of adventure and temptation. Would he dare to wear them and confront his hidden desires? Time was running out, and he had to avoid her notice.

Flirt, lush, tramp, slut, cockteaser, bitch, even whore... I've been called them all. I guess it comes with the territory when you love sex and live by a "if you got it, flaunt it" attitude. I'm not afraid to admit I LOVE to tease. It's fun to see what a man will do using nothing more than the offer of your body for incentive. People ask me if I've ever NOT gotten what I wanted from a guy, at least sexually speaking. Well, my best friend's brother was one of my greatest challenges.

So much for my plans to spend a relatively quiet New Year's Eve with some close friends. When my slutty cousin Kristen called to ask me if I was interested in having some "fun", I should have known better but then, when have I ever been able to resist her offers? What a way to bring in the new year!