Amara Alonso is 22 years old and is in her final year studying English literature at NYU. She's smart, kind and gentle, she always has been. But she carries a quiet sadness that most don't see. After losing her mother and sister in a tragic car accident 8 months ago, she was left with an alcoholic father who she blames for their death. She promises herself to push through her last year of college but soon falls into a cycle- skipping classes, tear-stained eyes, and an empty stomach. Emilia Zayed is a 29 year old creative writing professor. Emilia is poised, intelligent and emotionally guarded. She keeps everyone at arm's length- students, colleges, friends, and especially family. She doesn't trust people and shows no intention to. She shows no interest in anybody around her, until a soft brown eyed girl enters her lecture with a look of hurt deep in her eyes that she can't seem to stop thinking about. Emilia notices Amara's writing first. There's something about her work-so raw, so aching, so lonely. It touches something in Emilia she thought she'd buried. Never has a student's piece of writing made her feel this way. They shouldn't get close. They can't get close. But they do. And it's slow, quiet, and deeply emotional. It's Amara showing up during Emilia's office hours not just to talk about writing but about life. It's Emilia realising Amara needs more than feedback-she needs someone who sees her. And it's Amara finally finding someone who doesn't leave. The two form an unspoken bond they can't explain. It's forbidden in the eyes of everybody else. But they can't help but feel softer around each other. Will they ever act on it? Will Amara's hurt or Emilia's closed offness prevent them from ever truly opening up and giving in?

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"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

Through blurred eyes I saw Runa bit into the strawberry that was drenched in my cum. After not being able to cum for 3 times because of a strawberry in my pussy , I feel Ike I might pass out. "Ty vyglyadish' tak krasivo, kogda konchayesh', detka" she said, pumping two fingers inside me. Fuck . Hearing her speak Russian might make me come again. ~°•°~ Esmeralda , a 20-yr old girl loves reading her novels, she reads it wherever she goes. Whether it be in the grocery, to university, even on afternoon walks. Her biggest dream is to find someone like the guys in her novels "That a big dream of mine" she'd always say to herself. One day she realizes she has a stalker . Shes happy but scared at the same time. She's shocked when she sees her stalker, turns out it wasn't a guy it was a woman. (TW❗️) •Language •Use of drugs •Violence •Stalking •Smut •Sexual Assault •Use of sex toys

Danielle Wilson is an 18 year old student starting her senior year in high school, what happens when she meets her new AP English and History teacher? Danielle has a tough home life, she knows she wants to get into Harvard and she knows what needs to be done for that, she doesn't date, or party much, she never even had her first kiss. Valentina is cold hearted but for a reason, she doesn't really care about people or love, teaching is only really a hobby for her beside running her empire. What happens when the opposites meet? TW: this story contains - smut - violance - abuse - traumatic past

"You're marrying me off to a... woman?" Hilaire has a big problem. Her father has arranged her to marry a woman, in a way that no rich family in this country has ever done. And, she has an even bigger problem. The woman that she is arranged to is Elena Void. A ruthless, dangerous and mean CEO two years her senior, who has definitely been up to some illegal shit to become the heir to VOID group, her own father's company. Maybe, Hilaire would've been able to overlook all of that. Maybe, if it weren't for the fact that Elena is the same girl who stole her crush away in senior year of high school, when poor quiet Hilarie was just a sophomore. The crush in question, Vera Sorax, who Hilarie is still very much in love with, and who Elena is still very much dating. Or, that one time Hilarie married the scary girlfriend of her terrifyingly attractive crush, and it all became a fight for money, succession and power. --- Published 8th of January 2024 Completed 29th of July 2024 (re-complete 15.11.2024) Lesbian Polyamorous

The rules are simple: play the part, make it believable, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. A quiet, sharp-tongued French girl named Juliette, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 Madeline, and the feeling is mutual. But when Madeline makes an 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 Juliette can't ignore, hatred turns into a game neither of them can control. The stares last too long. Fights cut too deep. The tension is 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. They were never supposed to want this. Too bad they're already 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 every rule. [18+]

𝗔 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸. One, scarred by heartbreak so deep it reshaped her entire being. They call her Ms. Cold Stone. Thirty-three, cold hearted, distant, a quiet storm of confidence and tireless work. The other, a soul who learned to smile through the echoes of yesterday's bruises. Twenty-eight, an extroverted vessel of joy. Yet beneath the glow, imperfections linger, because perfection has never been the truth of anyone, has it? They stand as opposites, yet mirrors in subtle ways. What unfolds when two worlds collide? ------ "I have many flaws and insecurities" "You're perfect" "But I'm not" "Your imperfections are perfect to me. You are perfect to me, darling" Rankings : #1 in womanxwoman #1 in lesbianromance #2 in wlw #2 in lesbian #2 in workaholic #69 in hurt ;)

"What do you say, my pet?" Valeria's voice tingled in Rosalyn's ear and she shuddered. All she wanted to do was to submit and lose control around this woman. "Yes." "Yes, what?" Rosalyn gulped. "Yes, mistress." Valeria smirked and kissed Rosalyn ever so gently on the lips. "Good girl." -- Dr. Valeria Holloway runs a successful matchmaking service in the city. Self-made, guarded and fierce, she climbed the corporate ladder to get her Ph.D. in psychology. After a few years, she realized she was better at bringing people together and chose this field of work. Rosalyn Lamont is a new university student who moves to New York City to start her academic career, and run away from her abusive boyfriend. Still in the closet, she is wary to date women through dating apps in fear her home community might find out. Rosalyn curiously applies to Valeria's service, without knowing where it might lead. Both women fall for each other, tumbling down a dangerous path of love, dominance, passion and desire. Valeria is gp, Rosalyn is cis.