Gxg agegap Mommy issues #smut mdlg She built her life on control, grace, and quiet success. Then everything she trusted began to shift. When Imara Moreau's marriage ends in betrayal, she refuses to unravel. Instead, she leans into what has always steadied her...her boutique, her discipline, and the young woman who has stood faithfully at her side for years. Maeve was once her assistant. Now she is her constant. Her protector. Her secret plan. What begins as a harmless public performance soon blurs into something deeper: a bond shaped by years of care, devotion, and unspoken need. As Imara's past collides with her present, she must decide what kind of connection she is willing to claim and what kind of life she is ready to choose.

At forty-five, Professor Loredana Dove has built her life on control. Keeping her colleagues at arm's length and her students at a distance. At home, her marriage to an absent, quarrelsome wife is crumbling, leaving her to raise their five year old daughter in quiet isolation. She has convinced herself she needs nothing more until Romina Maple crashes into her classroom. Nineteen smart, and reckless, Romina is the youngest in her year. To her classmates she's the loud, infuriating party girl; to herself, she's struggling with mental health, taking care of her three year old brother and the only responsible adult in a house run by aging grandparents, her defiance masks hunger, her insolence disguises fear. Their lives should never touch. Yet hunger recognizes hunger. What begins as irritation morphs into fascination, into a closeness neither woman knows how to resist. Boundaries blur. Rules splinter. And both must face the truth: some desires do not starve quietly, and some silences can undo a lifetime of control. Our Shared Solitude is a story of two women who should have walked away yet found themselves consumed by the one thing they were never meant to want.

GxG | Vampire romance | Trilogy. Cosima snapped her legs tighter around Vanya's arm, locking it down. "Enough. I'm finished." The Queen tilted her head, golden hair sticking to her damp shoulders. "You're finished when I say so." Cosima snarled-and then groaned, too tired to keep the growl intact. "Vanya..." Vanya studied her for a long moment, golden eyes glowing faint in the shadows. Then, deliberately, she pulled her hand free. Her fingers were slick, glistening as she lifted them, letting the light catch. She admired them for a moment-like an artist admiring her brush after painting a masterpiece. Cosima hid her face in the pillow, mortified and wrecked. "You're insufferable." "Insufferably good in bed, am I not?" Vanya corrected, smug as ever. Cosima weakly shoved at her shoulder. "Get my glasses." Vanya arched a brow. "Now?" "Yes, now," Cosima muttered, voice muffled. "They're somewhere on the bed. I can't see you properly." The Queen's grin softened, just slightly. She shifted off, searching through the rumpled sheets until she plucked the glasses up delicately. Cosima cracked one eye open, watching her through a haze of exhaustion. "You actually listened." Vanya turned back, crawling onto the bed with that feline grace of hers, lips quirking. "Don't get used to it." She leaned down, golden hair spilling over Cosima's chest, her lips brushing hers once more-soft this time. "You're ruined," she whispered against her mouth, pleased. "My doing." Cosima's laugh came out wrecked, airy. "Proud of yourself, Your Majesty?" Vanya smirked. "Utterly."

Francesca Grey thought she'd finally escaped the perfect little town that never really knew her. Three years in Los Angeles taught her how to breathe again - how to be invisible, free, and entirely her own. But when an invitation arrives for her father's wedding - to a twenty-one-year-old woman she's never met - Frankie finds herself driving back toward the life she swore she'd left behind. What she doesn't expect is for the return to stir everything she thought she'd buried - memories of her mother, the weight of who she used to be, and the quiet ache of belonging she's never quite found. And then there's her. Someone unexpected. Someone who sees her in the way the town never could - not as who she was, but who she might still become. In a town where every face remembers her past, Frankie must decide whether home is a place she escaped... or a person she's just beginning to know.

In a pristine, watchful neighborhood where nothing goes unnoticed, Elizabeth has always been the quiet observer. When the elderly couple next door moves out, their once-cozy cottage transforms into something sharper, darker - and the new arrivals arrive under cover of night, bringing sleek black trucks and heavy crates. ©2025

(18+ READERS ONLY! NSFW CONTENT) What happens when two guarded people, each carrying secrets, are forced into each other's orbit in the most domestic, inconvenient way? Elliot is 22 years old, broke and utterly helpless. Sloane is 43, divorced, and completely loaded How will Elliot and Sloane learn to navigate each other, even when every part of them says they shouldn't? Updates every 2-3 days! You can keep up with the characters via my TikTok @yearningoleander

When Esmerelda Harlow steps into the musty halls of Winston High as the new history teacher, with a reputation for being a bitter and arrogant professor, whispers of her arrival ripple through the school. Students are wary, until the reckless student Cameron Monroe allows her interest to morph. Cameron, the school's untouchable rebel with a reputation for detention and carelessness, with a game of causing disturbances. To her, Esmerelda Harlow is just another target-a seemingly uptight woman with strict rules and an aura of authority begging to be challenged. But when Cameron tries her usual antics, she's met with something entirely unexpected: resistance. Esmerelda is not an easy mark. In fact, she's more than Cameron bargained for. Cool-headed and emotionless. Every sarcastic remark is met with calm but devastating wit. Every act of defiance earns a punishment so perfectly tailored, it leaves Cameron seething-and strangely fascinated. Esmerelda sees through Cameron's rebellious exterior to the restless mind beneath it. Cameron, for all her bravado, finds herself caught in Esmerelda's gravitational pull-her intelligence, her poise, and her charm. But Esmerelda isn't here to play games. She's here to teach Cameron a lesson she'll never forget, one that will leave them both questioning the boundaries of power, desire, and control. In the end, it's not just Cameron's life that Esmerelda will upend, -it's her own. In a town where reputations are everything, what happens when two unstoppable forces collide in one university?

18+ Read (adult content) Maeve doesn't know what she wants, but she knows her life can't keep going the way it's going or she's going to go insane. Going to medical school in London, praying to please her family, while also dating a man just for looks. Life was a boring circle until a professor at her second year of university would change Maeve's perspective. Dr. Vesna, a psychologist and medical science professor, seemed to take notice of one of her students.... This story is a lesbian story. It involves a slight teacher x student trope, as well as some BDSM relationships.

Sloane doesn't love. She doesn't even try. Girls come and go- useful until they're boring, discarded the moment they start to cling. Control is the only thing that matters, and it has always been hers. Until Elara. Dark-eyed. Sharp. Calculated. A woman who strips Sloane bare with nothing more than a look, who takes control without asking, who makes submission feel less like a choice and more like inevitability. What begins as a game of power becomes an obsession neither of them can walk away from. For the first time, Sloane isn't the one pulling the strings-she's caught in them. This isn't love. This isn't safe. This is control. Twisted. Consuming. Addictive.