Gwen Galley is just like any other "normal" sophomore in high school, really. She has a crush on a boy she "can't have" and has parents on her back about her grades. Unexpectedly, she becomes friends with Gabby Stone, a girl that she (gradually) finds irresistible. One problem- Gwen is, (or thought she was) STRAIGHT. Read on as confusion, awkwardness, and (b)romance consume her life. Prequel to Ti & G: Power Struggle

Past events have made Shawna Parks into the person she is today; a young prettyboi stud with acid in her mouth, a chip on her shoulder and a temper to do the Irish part of her mixed ancestry proud. She likes her women short with long hair and spiky heels (like any self respecting butch dyke would) and drinks her Whiskey straight with no chaser. Then she meets Dom Fraiser, tall and chiseled and strong with a fondness for pink cocktails and so not her type (why would a stud want another stud anyway?) Maybe she is too hung up about the whole labels thing, but she likes what she likes and nobody is going to change that. That is until the mysterious new 'studmuffin' in town that everyone is talking about starts to make her head spin and her heart race (seriously, the damn workout sessions are killing her). Dominique Fraiser is running from a past that's determined to catch up with her. Can she keep her old life from ruining her new one?

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Con and Vee, sittin' in the tree... How Can I Make You Fall For Me? no label x stud htx story mature (s3lf h4rm warning, etc etc) New Account: @montgomeryy420

THIS STORY IS A STUD ON STUD LESBIAN BOOK ABOUT A GIRL WHO LIFE SUDDENLY CHANGED AFTER MEETING A STUD ... PLEASE READ IF YOU'RE INTO THESE KINDA STORIES .. P.s this is my 1st Story/Book I've ever Written to the Public so Please Excuse my errors within the story thank you ❤ -Jango

studxstud/studxmasc ***Republished (𝟓𝟎𝟎𝐤 + reads deep)*** 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: When Angel finds her close friend and teammate, Dominique getting a little too flirty, she starts to question her friendship. Her type in women. And even herself. Could she possibly find her 'stud bro' attractive? 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞: - Mature/Strong Language - Mature Content (18+ Recommended) - Sex/Smut (Detailed) - Substances (Alcohol, drugs, etc) - Abuse/Child Abuse - Other Possible Triggers

A lesbian Romance : : : : I grumbled awake, feeling my body in a weird posture, and my eyes opened to find a flock of black strands for a wall. It didn't take long for my eyes to register that my arms couldn't move. I shift my head around, attempting to push the strand away, but my now-ragged breath was ineffective. I wasn't really bewildered. I knew just where I was. I knew I was bound to the blasted head board. Karib thinks this was a game? I had successfully pulled the strands away to see just that. My hands spread out like a bird's wing, with both wrists connected to the head board. My eyebrows furrowed as I quickly became aware that I was nude. My respiration quickened, as though I were pursuing my own shadow. I wasn't lying on my back. I was on my knees, my back arched, and I trembled as I realized my entire lower body was exposed to her. "Karib!" I shouted in a panic.

When two best friends end up sharing a night filled with pleasure, one confronts feelings she never knew she had and the other tries to hide feelings she always knew she had. • #1 in office romance?! #1 in sapphic?!

"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.