"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.

No one is perfect, so why judge? That was the reminder everyone would need when around Ailina. Roselyn found herself judging Ailina no matter how hard she tried. But it didn't bother Ailina, all she cared about was living her life on a high. They both had different views on life and different ways of living that didn't truly match, yet they always found themselves near each other ever since the first night. Roselyn unwilling starts to find herself enjoying Ailina company, so she tries her very best to not judge Ailina. Could she actually keep herself from judging though?

Mariah Jade Grey is 21 years old, freshly graduated, and trying to figure out what comes next. She's stylish, sarcastic, and guarded- always has been. After losing more than she ever talks about, she's learned not to get too close. Love doesn't stay. People don't stay. So she keeps herself safe: with ambition, independence, and the quiet ache of something missing. Kyra Reyes is 30 years old, the kind of woman with a camera in one hand and someone new on her arm- easy, unattached, free. Nothing ever sticks: not the girls she leaves tangled in her sheets, not the art that never quite feels finished, not the whispers about her being a player. But when it comes to Mariah, everything sticks. Every glance. Every laugh. Every moment that isn't supposed to mean anything, but somehow means everything. As their best friends build new lives and the city around them quiets down, Mariah and Kyra find themselves circling each other, drawn together by late nights, unspoken truths, and the weight of everything they won't say out loud. It's there in the way Kyra looks at her. It's there in the way Mariah never quite lets her go. And when the silence finally breaks, it changes everything. What they have isn't just friendship. But it isn't love. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Almost. But is almost ever enough?

taglish story‼✅ *warning🚫* *This story might be chaotic and sensitive. This story is talking about abused, rape, killing and obsession by the main character of this story* This is a Gxg story so if you're a homophobic and don't feel like to read my story, then you can leave this story. Also beware of some grammars and typo of every chapter on this story 'cause I make this just for fun, thank you. ✅ . . . . . *Coming Soon!*

WLW Lillianna is an 18 year old girl about to start her senior year at West Virginia boarding school. She was sent here by her homophobic father with the intent to give his daughter a 'fresh start' Lillianna wants a fresh start so she can go back home to the only place she knows and loves, but what will she do if her fresh start leads to the thing she wanted most...love? story contains smut and mention of drug abuse,abuse and PTSD not a slow burn

Cordelia Ramsey is the kind of girl who's always in motion - weekend parties, hallway laughter, a little too much eyeliner, and a lot of charm. She's not perfect, but she's not trying to be. Grades? Decent. Friends? Plenty. Life? Complicated. Then comes Ms. Deborah Everett - cool, unreadable, and dressed like she walked out of a noir film. Her voice is soft but cutting, her looks linger a moment too long, and her comments always land like a dare. She shouldn't notice Cordelia. Cordelia shouldn't care. But the way Ms. Everett calls her Miss Ramsey, the way her eyes flicker with something Cordelia can't quite name - it sticks. It grows. It lingers. As late assignments turn into after-school conversations, and sarcasm turns into something quieter, deeper - Cordelia starts to wonder: What exactly is happening here? And more dangerously... what if she doesn't want it to stop? A slow-burn romance full of sharp tension, forbidden glances, and the space between wanting something - and knowing you shouldn't touch it.

Grace Winslow and Professor Catherine Harrow don't know each other. Not yet. Grace is a guarded freshman trying to outrun her mother's legacy. Catherine is a sharp, cold psychology professor who teaches a course called Psychology of Human Intimacy. After their first class, something shifts. Something quiet. Something dangerous. When a family connection is unexpectedly revealed-through a woman they've both learned to love and resent-boundaries begin to blur. What begins in silence becomes obsession. Attachment Theory is a sapphic, slow-burn academic romance about intimacy, power, longing, and everything we pretend not to feel.

A sudden vacancy at the school brought a new face into the classroom-calm, confident, and focused. Students whispered about her professionalism, unaware of the past she was trying to leave behind. Isla Carter had taken the role hoping for a fresh start, a chance to escape old regrets. Teaching science was her passion, but her history weighed heavily on her, and she wanted nothing more than a clean slate. Everything changed when she met Alexis. Troubled, rebellious, and fiercely independent, Alexis resisted guidance and refused to fit into the school's expectations. Tutoring her was supposed to be straightforward, but it quickly became a challenge that tested Isla in ways she hadn't expected. As they spent more time together, a slow-burning connection emerged. Small moments of trust and honesty revealed glimpses of vulnerability in both of them. Each found in the other a strange comfort, a sense of understanding they hadn't realized they needed. But their growing bond was complicated. With past regrets, unhealed wounds, and the boundaries between teacher and student, neither Isla nor Alexis knew where this connection would lead or if it could survive the weight of their separate histories.

"Miss Gallo meet your new lawyer, miss Moretti,"she says and I'm still rooted to the spot unable to move. Unable to turn and face her.what was i thinking? That I'd work with the company without meeting the CEO ★★★★★★★★★★★ The love that got away. Will she get away again? This book will contain (warnings ⚠️) - sexual abuse/assault - blood and killing -detailed sexual encounters -trauma PS. Don't forget to vote and comment and tell me what y'all think.