The club wasn't where she imagined herself working, but it was the only place that would take her. The air was thick with smoke, and the neon lights did little to chase away the darkness inside. People came and went-some looking for trouble, others caught in things they shouldn't have been. She'd seen men dragged into the back rooms, beaten up for not paying in time or failing to do their part. And then there was her-the club owner. Cold, calculated, and feared by everyone who walked through the doors. She ran this place with a tight grip, and she didn't tolerate mistakes. No one dared to cross her, not without consequences. And yet, every time their eyes met, something shifted, an unsettling pull that she couldn't quite explain. She didn't know what it meant, or why it unsettled her so much. But one thing was certain: the longer she stayed here, the more complicated everything would become...

Gianna and Annalise haven't seen each other in 3 years. Gianna dropped everything for her. Left town, left school, left her brother. On her visit back to see Giovanni, Gianna sees the love of her life again, and this time? This time she won't let her get away. Annalise's heart has never been fully mended. Pieces of it are still missing, still with Gianna. Seeing her again reignites feelings she swore never to feel again, but new conditions have been applied. With new factors in the light, will it break them or cement them? The Tutor #2

Gianna Lucas, is one of the most popular girls at Winston University, with almost perfect grades. Her chemistry grade however, is rather....unpleasant to look at. Unluckily for her, she needs to pass chemistry at the very least to save her scholarship so she can return next year. Everything seems to be going downhill, until she's assigned Annalise Roman as her tutor....

Celeste Raines has built her empire on control. An Academy Award-winning actress and Hollywood's most enigmatic star, she knows better than anyone that desire and discipline don't mix - not in an industry that thrives on scandal. She lives by one rule: never blur the line between work and real life. Then Rowan Hart walks into the audition room. Bold, magnetic, and unafraid, Rowan is everything Celeste has tried to guard herself against. She's new to the Hollywood machine, but her raw fire lights up the screen - and when she's paired with Celeste for the film of the year, the chemistry is instant, undeniable, and exactly what the studio wants. But what begins as rehearsed intimacy quickly bleeds into something dangerous. Every stolen glance and unscripted touch threatens to unravel Celeste's carefully crafted walls - and reveal a truth she's kept hidden from the world, and from herself, for far too long. In a city where secrets are currency and desire can destroy, Celeste and Rowan must decide: will they stick to the script, or risk everything for the one thing neither of them can fake?

Yvette is a woman who knows exactly what she wants in life. To write another Best Selling Author book, be a trophy wife to her senatorial husband, and have her own fun with whoever she wants to do it with. But when a new neighbor comes along disturbing the neighborhood, it forces an introduction that sparks a story that even Yvette can't seem to grasp.

Now. Now's my chance. Everyone has already gone up to bed and it's only Evane and I left downstairs as the last movie ends. Despite the late hour I feel wide awake and I know Evane is still effected by my flirting and the bikini I wore earlier because she keeps glancing over to me, her eyes always lingering around my chest until she realises I've caught her looking. As the credits roll, Evane switches off the TV, stretching out her arms above her head. She looks over to me, seemingly surprised that I'm still so awake since I'm always the person who gets sleepy first. Before she can open her mouth to speak, I beat her to it. "Evane, can we go upstairs to our room? I have a surprise for you," I say, trying to hide the wide smile that wants to come over my lips. Her brow raises, wondering if I'm serious though I notice the realisation come across her face that this has something to do with what I've been hiding from her in my suitcase. "What is this surprise?" She teases, leaning forward until I can feel her warm breath washing over my face. "Something I think you'll love," I reply, trying my best to not get overly flustered as she starts flirting and teasing me. She hums, giving my lips a small kiss. "'Love', huh? Sounds exciting," she chuckles. "Let's go upstairs then, shall we?" *** Humans are unaware of mate bonds and are even less aware of other human-appearing species, but one vampire is determined to make her human mate understand the world she never knew existed - even if its not always through the most conventional methods. NOTICE! - Credit for the inspiration for the beginning of this story goes to plutowasgay. Their stories are amazing so please check them out when you get the chance and support them.

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

Jordan Cox is a woman of many names. Online, she is Jamie Sykes, an Only Fans starlet. To the local authorities in Canada, she is an ordinary citizen named Amy Russell. But to those she loved, or who know the real her, she is still Jordan. It wasn't always this way, but she's been on the run for so long that she doesn't really know any other way to live. But then one snowy night, she stumbles on another runaway, and every aspect of her life changes. Can two women on the run help each other to safely and possibly fall in love on the way? TW: People are gonna die. Past mention of abuse. Some sex may occur (I know, cover your eyes)

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

"I need you right now" Alex whispered in my ear as her hand traveled down to the hem of my jeans. "please" I whined as she kissed my neck. "you're very needy today" she smirked before pulling off my jeans. her fingers travelled down to my opening. Alex de Luca is a 25 year old billionaire who inherited her family's businesses. she's a cold woman who runs her business and mafia with an iron fist. she's a play girl who doesn't believe in love. Olivia is a 20 year old fashion designer who is in a well off family. she's a sweetheart and loves everything around her. she's been through a lot but it only made her stronger- she has faith in everything. Olivia has known from a young age she'd be in an arranged marriage. she came out as a lesbian to her parents'distaste. Luckily for her she was pushed into a marriage of convenience with a woman. they do not get along one bit, some might say they hate each other.