Fantasy Days With Love or Lust

[me.you]

Pre Ample.

I've been an avid reader here since the early days of Exbii. I've followed both the Tamil and English sections continuously over the years.

Among my all-time favorite stories are "Den of Debauchery" and "Night of Error" — stories where, at least occasionally, women are shown having real power, agency, and control.

Unfortunately, in about 99% of the stories we see here, women are almost always portrayed as sluts, whores, or bitches. Nearly every female character is obsessed with big penises, and that's presented as the ultimate truth. But real life doesn't work that way.

Size does not matter nearly as much as people claim.  
What truly matters to most women after sex is love, care, tenderness, and emotional connection.  
Falling asleep on a man's chest, feeling safe and cherished...  
Being called "my queen" with genuine affection...  
These are the things that stay with us long after the physical moment is over.

So many stories start with a "good wife" who only gives in or gets "trapped" because it fulfills her husband's fantasies, not because of her own desires, strength, or choices.

That's exactly why I've decided to write something different.

I'm planning to write a story told completely from the female perspective, with strong female dominance. Not as some extreme feminist statement, but as a way to show respect, power, and celebration of women in their full complexity.

almost all humans have sexual fantasies, male or female. Most of us just imagine them and never want to actually do them in real life. But when a couple starts talking about their fantasies with each other, some sick, villain-type people come and interfere and try to manipulate them. 

I really can't accept that crap. Why can't they just have their privacy?
When they’re with their partner, they should be able to talk about whatever the hell they want; it’s no one else’s business.

So in this female POV story, everything will stay in that borderline zone.
More and more teasing, slow burning, and no direct bang coming quick.
Spoiler alert: this is going to be a slow poison kind of story… not cyanide.

slow. torturing. delicious.that’s the vibe i want.

the kind that keeps building until you’re begging for it even though it’s killing you softly. I want to make Female Charactors more powerful in this story.

This story will have slight line of incest and BDSM and FemDom. 

As a doctor working in the labor ward, every single day I witness women at their most vulnerable and most powerful: facing life, facing death, and bringing new life into the world. I see their courage, their pain, and their resilience.  
This story is my small way of honoring and celebrating that strength.

I'll update whenever I find time. Sometimes just a few lines, sometimes longer paragraphs.  
The pace will be slow, but I'll keep coming back.

Negative comments are completely welcome.  
If you disagree, if something feels off, or if you think I got it wrong, please say it.  
Healthy discussion is good. I'm open to it.

One last thing:
If anyone has ideas, suggestions, constructive input, or even criticism, feel free to message me.

Thank you for reading.  
Let's see where this journey takes us.

"I can speak and write English fairly well, but my grammar isn't great. Please be patient with me."