"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

[COMPLETE] Her hands are under my shirt in seconds. She palms my breast through my bra and squeezes like she doesn't care if it leaves a mark. I cry out but the sound is muffled by her lips as her thumb flicks my nipple. "I hate you," I whisper. "Then hate me with your legs opened," she snarls, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her teeth scrape down my throat, biting at the skin just below my jaw until I hiss. My back arches as her fingers undo the clasp of my bra and when it falls her mouth is latching onto my nipple, sucking it so fucking hard I nearly scream. I grab her hair and yank her head back but the look in her eyes only makes me wetter. "Shut up and fuck me," I snap. She grins. "You don't give the orders." ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 is the heir to an empire. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 is a woman sworn to protect her. But the longer she keeps her alive, the more she wants to ruin her. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "In the shadows, we are all nothing but slaves to our darkest desires." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#gayaf (01/08/25)

💗 "Mm look at yourself baby, you look so pretty for me right now" Nova said breathlessly while going even faster as she curled her fingers in me I started to feel the pressure build in me as I got the familiar feeling in me that I was about to pee "F-Fuck Nova wait" I said leaning my hand back in attempt to slow her down Hearing people chatter outside the hall I got nervous at the thought of being caught Nova grabbed my neck leaning me against her with her fingers still in me as she guided us into a stall and locked the door "We're not stopping till you cum for me Solene" she muttered out with a look of pure lust in her eyes as she covered my mouth Fuck me -------------------------------------------------------- Solene never really goes out; it's always work and home day after day. Her friends decided to sign her up for speed dating, a romantic night for her to find her perfect person. Although apprehensive she gives it a try and comes across the most striking girl she's ever seen. Nova is a mafia leader who has it all but is simply too robotic now due to always running her mafia strictly. Her right- and left-hand man decide to take a risk and lie to her, telling her they have intel on a person but really signed her up for speed dating. What happens when she crosses eyes with Solene? will she be able to finally feel something or will it just be another card added to her deck? Do not own any copyrights! 18+ mature themes and audiences

"Please, Miss Black," she whispers, barely holding it together. Vera bites down on Lara's ear, just hard enough to make her gasp. "Fix it," she growls, her voice rough and demanding. Lara's body shudders. "Please... Mommy," she whimpers, trembling. Vera's eyes darken, going utterly black. "Is that what you want?" Her voice drops, thick with possessiveness. "You want your mommy to take care of you, hm?" Lara just whimpers, only making Vera's hunger worse. "Tell me what you deserve." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vera Black is a supermodel who trusts no one. She's defined by her trauma, convinced she's straight, and lives for control. Lara is the soft, chaotic artist who moves in next door and sees right through her walls. The problem? Vera craves Lara's light. She wants to protect her, possess her, and break all the rules she ever made for herself. One is guarded by trauma. The other is soft by nature. Their craving will be everything they both fear. (WLW Romance, Age Gap, Dark Feminine/Soft Girl, Explicit Tension)

"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.

Florence is nineteen and already cracking under the weight of her father's expectations. Her OCD lives in the details no one can fully understand - counting ceiling holes, touching doorframes twice, rewriting notes until they feel "right." And the guilt is always there. God is watching. Her father is watching. Every thought, every slip - a sin, a failure, a punishment waiting to happen. She prays not because she wants to - but because she's terrified not to. Irmina is twenty-five. CEO of a powerful law firm. Sharp. Ruthless. Calculated. She keeps everything running perfectly and tolerates nothing out of place. Wealthy, supported, unshakable - the type of woman you either obey or get out of her way. When she cares, she will burn the world down to protect it. Florence thinks she's not enough. Irmina knows she's more than enough. The imbalance is real. And everything in between is uncertain.

"I told you, Serena..." she whispered, her voice shaking. "This is dangerous. You don't know what you're doing." "I don't care." I replied, my voice barely audible, but it was the truth. "I don't care about anything but this. About you. I don't want to let you go." For a long moment, she just stood there, her eyes locked with mine. I could see the conflict in her gaze - the fear, the doubt, the undeniable pull between us that neither of us could ignore. Her breath hitched again, and she reached out, brushing her thumb along my cheek. Then, without saying another word, she turned and walked away. - - - Serena, an 18-year-old girl, has always lived a quiet life. Until the night she meets her. Mysterious and captivating, the stranger lingers at the edges of Serena's world, watching and waiting. As haunting events begin to unfold Serena is drawn deeper into a dangerous mystery. The more Serena learns, the more she realizes that loving the vampire girl might come with dangerous consequences. - - - This story will contain: -violence (beating, killing,...) -detailed sexual content -harassment

Medusa takes the job because it pays well and the requirements are simple. One house, two kids, one woman to answer to. Bianca is all three things she was warned about and none of the things she expected. Cold in a way that feels practiced, distant in a way that feels like a choice. She runs the house like she runs everything else, on her own terms, with no room for anything she didn't ask for. But what happens when the person who has never let herself be wanted becomes the only one you can't stop wanting? And what happens when the girl who was never supposed to matter starts feeling like the only thing that does? There's no good ending to those questions. There's only what happens next.

A compilation of smut stories. Rated 18+ do respect age restrictions and exercise discret reading. NO MINORS ALLOWED.

𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. Phaith devoted her life to her father's church, she was known for her dedication and unwavering faith, always following the teachings that had built her upbringing. However, as she entered her twenties, Phaith began to experience feelings that left her confused. Phaith wanted to explore these feelings, to understand herself better, but she worried deeply about the consequences. The thought of disappointing her father along with the church community that had been her foundation weighed heavily on her heart. Torn between her desire to embrace her true self and her commitment to her faith. Ultimately, she is searching for a way to align her heart with her belief. @-𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.