Expelled from nine schools, Kira left her parents with no choice but to send her to Lustrous, a BDSM Academy, in the hope it would curb her behaviour. There, she meets Miss Evelyn, a teacher of both English and Brat Taming. The two capture each other's interest almost immediately. Their escalating tension sets the stage for an intense power struggle: Miss Evelyn thrives on challenge, while Kira's unyielding stubbornness refuses to back down. What will happen when their paths cross?

Serina meets Jasmine in the most confused state in her life she has ever been in. Her only hope is that Jasmine has a place in her life. CHEAT SHEET: Chapter 6: Sex Chapter 8: sexual(?) teasing Chapter 9: sex Chapter 16: sex Chapter 20: sex

Boss + employee Nsfw CHEAT SHEET‼️ DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS AT ALL‼️ Chapter 9: first Chapter 10: sex Chapter 15: quickie Chapter 19: sex (i actually love this chapter) Chapter 26: sex Chapter 33: sex

Kris is a normal girl struggling with some minor problems. At least, that's what she's telling herself. Hiding her true identity, a domme, in the BDSM community from her best friend Sam was hard. Except hiding both that and a lifelong crush made it even worse. Kris thought she had it handled until she spiraled and exposed her own deepest darkest secrets. Highest Rating: lesdom #1 Kris #1 This story is completely fiction and meant to entertain readers....That being said, this is not the correct way matters are handled in BDSM. Please do not attempt to copy these actions, as they can be super harmful.

"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'll treat it like it's mine if you admit who it's for." She stated. Her words only made the ache between my legs worse. Fuck I hate her. But in that moment, my common sense seemed to evaporate. The battle between my brain and body seemingly came to an end. The way she was talking to me, the way she was touching me, left my body in a frenzy and she had barely done anything. I had never been this fucking desperate - And I hated it. "It's for you." I mumbled reluctantly as the last shred of my ego slipped away. "Who's it for?" She murmured, slowly sliding my red lace underwear to the side. "It's for you Anastasia." I breathed ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ Anastasia Grey, an lawyer notorious for representing the Mafia, finds herself on the run after getting entangled with the leader of The Green Angels. Originally from Ireland, she finds herself in the heart of New York, attempting to lay low as the assistant of a real estate agent. But with her past slowly creeping up on her and the hot headed blonde she now works for making her life nothing but difficult, how long will it really be before her world begins to crumble around her?

The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks. Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the corner of her plump lips, their eyes staying on each other. Her scent only made the dangerous woman more attracted to this beauty; her sweet and soft perfume lingered around her. The hand on the blondes throat was removed, and instead, caressing her soft, wavy blonde, putting it against her nose and sniffing. Renata's eyes closed in delight, the thick smell of pomegranate and roses gave her a soft tingle. Magnolia sobbed harder, trying to wiggle her way out of the situation. She whined once her hands were clasped together and held above her head. "Shh, my sweet flower, we don't want to attract attention now, do we?" The woman spoke finally, her lips brushing against Magnolia's ear. Immediately, Renata moved the gun from her mouth and wiped it on her jacket, stuffing it back in her waistband. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," she whispered, placing a lingering kiss on her neck. "though I can bite sometimes, and you my flower, are very tempting." 𑁍 Magnolia Tress - the blonde works at the most popular strip club in New York; a nervous, traumatised young woman on the run from her past which continues to haunt her 6 years later. As much as she tries to forget her roots and overcome the trauma, she's suddenly faced to it when the Big Boss pays a visit to America. Renata Abbott - highly feared woman for good reasons. Powerful, dangerous woman who would slay someone without a word to spare. She figured two things would happen when returning to New York: checking on legal businesses and checking on her illegal ones. What she did not expect was to discover a rat within her Mafia, and to become obsessed over a young, short blonde. HIGHEST RANKINGS #7 - interracial 10/2/2025 #39 - lesbian 11/2/2025

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As much as I loathed Aniyah, I couldn't deny my overwhelming desire for her. "Did you sleep with him?" Aniyah muttered through our fevered kisses. She pushed me onto the bed, trailing kisses down my neck. I tried to process her question. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice heavy with need, consumed by thoughts of Aniyah. She locked eyes with me, seething with intensity. "From the party," she replied, her tone edged with impatience. "Why? does it matter." I queried, almost teasingly, raising an eyebrow. She looked at me, kissing down my neck and wandering down my body. Her hands danced along the waistband of my pants before she tugged them down. "Once my pants hung at my ankles, a brief silence fell before she spoke, spreading my legs apart by my thighs. "Yes, yes it does, Laila," she retorted, before retrieving the gun from her pants and placing it on my stomach. Aniyah's deep glare carried a mix of lust as the cold metal rested against me. "Don't move," she grumbled as her hand slid from the gun to my core, brushing my clit, coaxing soft sounds from my lips"

My legs shifted wider,knowing exactly how much to reveal. Her gaze snapped back to me, sharp and cold. "Open your legs." I laughed softly, biting my lip. "They're already open, Bianca. What, you want me to show you everything?" She moved closer, voice low and dangerous. "Wider. I want to see all of you." She pressed her lips to my neck, a slow, heated kiss. "Don't think you can tease me, mami. I'm the one who gets to fuck with you," she whispered, voice thick with heat. ~ She entered the house under the guise of duty, tasked with the care of innocence. Yet beneath the veneer of obligation, desire simmered, subtle and relentless. In the delicate balance between control and surrender, she discovered that longing doesn't blur boundaries, it erases them.