Ma/Fa Stories

Ravi was gone for three long years, but when he comes back home, he is struck by his own mother's attractiveness. He can't help himself

This is a recount of how I could ultimately realize my dream

An unusual story about a lonely father-in-law and his daughter-in-law...

Dr. Jayshree Khare, a well-known archaeologist, finds an old Chandela temple near Khajuraho. The erotic carvings in the temple bring back memories of her own forbidden desires. The "Londhiya" men, who are known for being very big, are a scary part of local folklore. This makes her even more nervous because her driver, Ratan, has the same name. Their tense conversations mix up legend and temptation, pulling her deeper into her obsession. When duty calls her away and Ratan goes missing, Jayshree i

A boy is separated from his mother in the Pakistan-India war of 1971. He meets his mother again when he is a mature man. When they meet, they find that they are attracted to each other in a very special way.

My name is Preeti and I am writing this story on behalf of Nandini. Please note, this is a slow burn story so don’t expect full sex very soon. Be patient with me because I will take you thru a detail of her real life and the way it evolved.

This is a real story about an Indian woman who reached a point where she is unable to get real satisfaction from her husband and then with his encouragement and persistence she experiments outside of her marriage.

At a college party, a colleague of the narrator’s mother drugs her and takes her home, and things become more spicy...

A successful and passionate woman navigates the bustling streets of Mumbai, and so the erotica begins...

One monsoon storm. One flickering candle. And a decade of hunger finally unleashed. When the Mumbai rains arrive, they bring more than just water—they bring an unbridled heat that even the storm cannot quench. As Ishani arrives drenched, her translucent saree clinging to every curve, the boundaries of friendship between her and Advait begin to dissolve in the darkness. There are no more secrets, no more polite silences—only the primal, rhythmic pulse of a desire that has been suppressed for ten