One night-that's all it took to change Eve's life in an instant. One stupid, drunk night...Dangerously in love or just plain stupid? ~OhShesGay

agegap | wlw | gip Aurora Mayfield has always wanted a simple life a stable job, a loving partner, and a peaceful home. But everything changes when she begins working at Davis inc. Her boss, Amelia Davis, is the kind of woman people fear cold, powerful, and untouchable. Aurora promises herself not to fall for someone like her, yet every glance, every word, and every stolen moment makes her heart beat faster. Amelia Davis doesn't believe in love. She rules her world with control and confidence, keeping emotions locked away. But when Aurora enters her life, everything she thought she knew begins to crumble. What started as a game slowly turns into something real something she can't understand or resist. Now, both women are caught between desire and pride. Will Amelia learn to open her heart, or will Aurora walk away forever? 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

Jasmine is a writer with a passion and love of art like her mother before her. During a night from procrastination and sneaking into a museum, she encounters a charming woman, Carter, who is filled with romantic gestures, kind words, and makes Jasmine feel like she's on cloud nine whenever she's around her. But even the sweetest of people, have their hidden secrets and will the secrets that Carter hides, scare off Jasmine or entice her more? It only takes one night to change everything. ~🌹~ "They show more respect when you are of family. You being my girlfriend simply makes you a target of hate." She caresses my face. "But as my wife, you are admired." I quickly press the button to retrieve the elevator and when it opens I pull her in and take her lips aggressively pressing her against the wall. "Mm baby." "You have a way with words you know that."

𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐕𝐄 - is a 19 year old girl who has been working for a woman named Xandria, for two years now. And she's had the biggest crush on her since then. Her boss has yet to acknowledge the fact that She exists since her wife was the one to hire her and take her off the streets. Xandria's wife, Catrina, was the sweetest woman to exist. Or at least we thought she was. She cared for Maeve and often saw her as a daughter. Maeve was grateful for her. So when things happened with her wife and Maeve, she can't help but feel guilty. But that doesn't stop her for getting pleasured by her. #1 intersex nov 05,2023 #1 Olderwoman March 02, 2024

A cute BeyNika supernatural short story True love never die, Soul mended never untie. The ones we love are always connected, even when the physical needs a reminder.

Y/N never meant to fall for Nikki. It starts with late-night drives, stolen glances, and conversations that linger a little longer than they should. A lost crystal necklace becomes an excuse to stay close, and suddenly every touch feels significant, every smile impossible to forget. Surrounded by their chaotic friend group-Ian's endless teasing, Sarah's watchful observations, and Bear's own complicated feelings-Y/N and Nikki find themselves caught in the space between friendship and something more. Neither of them is ready to say what they're feeling, yet neither can seem to stay away. As emotions grow stronger and misunderstandings threaten to pull them apart, Y/N and Nikki must decide whether risking their friendship is worth the possibility of something deeper. [Sometimes the strongest feelings are hidden beneath the things we never dare to say out loud]

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

"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.

A short Romance Novel : : : : "Just being yourself is special enough." I muttered, her lips touched mine, I sighed, and I pulled her closer. I want to repeat that forgettable night, but this time I'll remember. I began tearing at her suit, my lips enticing hers. My fingers then moved down to her belt, where I began twisting it, attempting to undo. Even though we were in the center of the hall, I was confident that nobody would dare barge in between us. My fingers had successfully undone her belt. I was able to feel her cock. I moaned as my flesh heated up from wanting her. But she gradually began to back away....