"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄, 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩.." - 𝘾𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖

Mesi, Destiny and Samantha each own their set of worries, fears, trauma, scars, passions and dreams, the only thing connecting them being their need to be loved by another. What happens when fate pulls them together in the most surprising way possible? What happens when they love twice? . . This story aims to showcase the emotional aspects of a relationship in a unique way, involving three completely different women navigating their way through the relationship. It will place the journey of personal growth on display, as well as the importance of vulnerability as it relates to love. The fears these characters hold are molded from what I witness in my everyday life. The story will also aim to tackle some of the aspects of trauma and internalized homophobia that black queer women face because of their upbringing, neglection and the hate received from family members as well as their own race.

Messiah Voodum, westside Queenpin, is well known as one of the biggest names in the drug game, so much so that the mere mention of marijuana comes with the calling of her name. Even with all this in a country where marijuana is illegal in large amounts, she is unknown, her name rings bells for most but her face remains a mystery, and the fact only renders her even more powerful. The three-way alliance she has built between herself, her close friend Derrick (D), and her brother Dantae is leading the distribution game in marijuana and cocaine, not only in her country but Jamaica as well. With her being in charge of marijuana, and D and her brother controlling the cocaine she has earned immense wealth, but the wealth isn't all that her rise from poverty has brought. It also leaves her with a sense of caution that weighs on her shoulder every day and paranoia that suffocates, to such an extent that after spending years building an empire and taking care of herself and the people closest to her, she has dominated all aspects of her life except one, romance. So what happens when she finds someone who seems to be all worth it? What happens when she meets Grace Conley, a high school teacher, who she immediately holds intrigue for and becomes the one thing that seems to be giving her a reason to trust and desire love again? Will she dive in or allow her trauma to leave her restrained? You have met God, now meet the devil....

"Why don't you want people to know about us?" Harper asked me as she stepped closer to me. I looked away from her eyes and bit my lip nervously, not knowing the answer to her question. "Is it because you don't want people to know that you like the girl that reads books at lunchtime?" I looked up at her with my eyebrows frowned in confusion "you read books at lunchtime-" She cut me off "no it's an exaggeration- that's not even the point" I swallowed nervously, noticing the anger in her voice "I don't know what to tell you, I'm just confused" Harper kept towering over me considering she's very tall "what? I fucked you and you liked it, right?" I felt my breathe being caught up in my throat at her statement that is so very true. "Then what's there to be confused about?" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -sexual assault/harassment -alcohol abuse -violence -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -family issues

"You don't know how much it hurts me seeing you with him. I tell you about it, you apologize then go on with your life like nothing even happened" She frowned her eyebrows as I spoke "baby you know I care about how you feel but I can't just break up with him-" i cut her off "why not?" "I know you and I are completely different people and your dad obviously doesn't like me but we both know you don't care about what your dad says so what is it? Why won't you break up with him and be with me?" She stayed quiet and looked down, not saying anything "talk to me when you figure shit out" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -mental/physical abuse -sexual assault/harassment -abuse -violence -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -family issues

Death is the most inevitable part of life. Everyone chose to ignore it simply because they were scared. At the end of every life, there was death, darkness, doom. At the end of her life, there was happiness. Death wasn't waiting for her. It was already present in her life, the natural darkness that she has wrapped around her fingers. - "Death, for I have wronged you, please forgive me."

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

Desiree McClain, is an internationally known supermodel and trophy wife to the most well paid and well respected attorney in the state of California, Matthew McClain. Desiree has a secret interest. Women. As Desiree's sex addiction spirals out of control, her secret interest isn't so secret anymore. It's what you do It's what you see I know if I'm haunting you You must be haunting me It's where we go It's where we'll be I know if I'm on to you, I'm on to you On to you, you must be on to me My haunted lungs Ghost in the sheets I know if I'm haunting you You must be haunting me My wicked tongue Where will it be? I know if I'm onto you I'm on to you On to you, I'm on to you On to you, you must be on to me You want me? I walk down the hallway You're lucky The bedroom's my runway Slap me! I'm pinned to the doorway Kiss, bite, fuck me

"Why are you mad at me?" I asked nervously, looking down. I didn't know it would make her mad that I had someone over to comfort me, i didn't want to call her so I won't annoy her. "Because Grace.." she said sighing "..I want you all for myself" --- Grace Rodriguez, an 18 year old girl that just moved to college. She doesn't have the best life, she suffers from depression and PTSD from things that happened to her in the past. Her high school years weren't good either.. She kept getting bullied by the same person. Rumors were made about her which made her lose every friend she ever had but she never knew what was the reason of that girl bullying her because Grace was always the quiet girl that kept a smile on her face even if she doesn't feel happy. Grace felt free when she finished her senior year, knowing she doesn't have to deal with her bully, Ellie Miller anymore but the unexpected happened to her when she goes to college.. Not only that she saw the person that bullied her in college..she has to stay in the dorm with her for the rest of the college years.. Intersex/g!p x fem girl This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -self harm/depression/PTSD -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -mention of murder and death -sexual harassment/assault