When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

I couldn't understand, what it was exactly... The pain.... Or The tightness of her hand around my throat... Or maybe the way she fucked me with her eyes because I felt my back arch at the same time my eyes rolling at the back of my head.. My arms that were wrapped around her neck tightened their hold around her making my stiletto nails dug into her skin as I pulled her closer. My toes against the floor curled, feeling myself slowly moving over the edge. Even though my lungs burned in need for air unlike my soul that drowned and burned in pure ecstasy and need. The want and need sipping into my soul made my head tilt back against the wall, letting her hand perfectly wrap around my throat. "Fuckkkk!" Grey cursed out loud My eyes blurred with my own tears feeling the pulsing between my legs growing more but I tightened my hold against her shoulders pulling her more to me making her bury her head in the crook of my neck. Her grip never once loosening... Her breaths were short, shaky and heavy against my ear and before I could process everything, her voice hoarse and strained pierced through my senses, "Let this be a little warning to you so that whenever you think of defying me," Grey paused.. "I want you to remember how your body is nothing without me. Let that stay in your thick skull of yours, slut but for now, have fun thinking of how my dick would have felt pulsing within your walls." ******* Wanna find out more, check out the book immediately you read this..

Riley Voss is a 24-year-old with a guarded heart, scarred by a wild, destructive romance with her ex, who left her broken two years ago. Now, Riley's life takes an unexpected turn when she reconnects with Lena Carter, a sharp-witted graphic designer, pregnant and navigating a rocky job, Lena offers Riley a chance at something real-a partnership, a family-amid the neon-lit nights and quiet mornings they share. Riley must confront her past to claim her future-one tangled heart at a time.

Omphile's new school was a minefield of unspoken power dynamics, a place where alliances shifted like sand. Relationships, those intricate webs of emotion, were a puzzle she couldn't solve. Then, she appeared. A girl with a reputation for both charm and a fierce, almost possessive, loyalty. Her presence was a challenge, a silent declaration of dominance. And she was looking at Omphile with an intensity that made her heart race. Could Omphile navigate the dangerous currents of this girl's attention, or would her fear of the unknown force her to retreat? WARNING!!WARNING! Contains adult content,not for viewers under 🔞🔞❌❌❌ #intersex #lesbian #bisexual #gay #practice #smut #girl×girl

The club wasn't where she imagined herself working, but it was the only place that would take her. The air was thick with smoke, and the neon lights did little to chase away the darkness inside. People came and went-some looking for trouble, others caught in things they shouldn't have been. She'd seen men dragged into the back rooms, beaten up for not paying in time or failing to do their part. And then there was her-the club owner. Cold, calculated, and feared by everyone who walked through the doors. She ran this place with a tight grip, and she didn't tolerate mistakes. No one dared to cross her, not without consequences. And yet, every time their eyes met, something shifted, an unsettling pull that she couldn't quite explain. She didn't know what it meant, or why it unsettled her so much. But one thing was certain: the longer she stayed here, the more complicated everything would become...

Professor x Student | WLW Claire Dover (20) is standing at the edge of something she can't name. It began with a single moment, an instinct to reach out, to care, before she even knew who the woman was. Just a stranger in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't expect to see her again. She didn't expect that the woman she pulled back from the road would later introduce herself as Professor Hartmann (39). And Lyn? She never meant to care. She is the kind of woman who carries old grief like a folded letter in her coat pocket. But Claire is all sharp glances, quiet presence, and impossible timing. Now, every look, every pause between words, threatens to unravel something they both try to hold together. A slow-burn sapphic love story about restraint, proximity, and all the things we feel before we can name them.

"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.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

Brooke is a movie director in Hollywood producing and directing hit after hit movies. Stubborn and bossy, she always gets her way. She views her work as a piece of art, and takes her work very seriously, letting nothing get in the way of her and her career. Charlotte, a famous movie star in Hollywood takes up a role thinking it could just be another score of a movie. Although it is, little did she know the director would soon take an even bigger role in her life. Sweet and charming Charlotte holds a dark past, forcing herself to be someone else for the camera. Never being able to show her true self. When Charlotte finally steps on set of the movie and meets her new director a force they can't deny overrides them. These two different personalities meet and soon reveal secrets ruining people and hearts. The question is, are they willing to do whatever it takes for each other? ------ TW - smut - SA

"𝐈'𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍." #1. #GirlonGirl March 29th, 2025