"My Mistress" is an erotic romance that explores the evolving relationship between Cori, a confident gallery owner embracing her dominant side, and Hazel, a sensitive intern new to BDSM. As they navigate desires and boundaries, their journey delves into trust, passion, and personal growth, revealing the complexities of power dynamics and the deepening of their connection.

Follow harper on her journey to navigate a safe space to heal... With the help of some caregivers of course! Non sexual age regression story. Contains heavy themes Trigger warning ⚠️ mentions of self harm, blood, and injury.

A BDSM Erotica, involving two married women, learning and pushing their limits to become closer and love each other deeper. This is not a story for the faint of heart but if you read on you will find more than one blossoming romance under the surface.

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.

This was more than just a dream, it seemed too much like reality. But even reality seems too dream like.

At twenty years old, Willow has nothing but the clothes on her back and the weight of her past. Homeless and alone. When the pain becomes unbearable, she age regresses, retreating into a childlike state where the world feels less cruel... Her life changes when she crosses paths with Iris and Delphine. Mature Themes

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

Set in current times, the queen and her wife go into their town where they meet a 19yo girl who has had a troubled life. They offer her shelter, food and a job. The girl is keeping a secret, will she let them in or run away from fear?

A frightened girl. Two patient women. A series of small, gentle moments that slowly stitch a family together. Chloe wanders into Victoria and Cassidy's lives selling cookies- but stays because, for the first time, someone notices she's not okay. A tender story of healing, boundaries, and love in unexpected places. Non sexual age regression story. Contains heavy themes

Aespa members and reader smuts. No 13 to 17 allowed. Read it at your own risk..... one shot of fem-reader with Aespa.... mostly Karina. but I'm open for suggestions...