"I want you to suck it," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. I tore my gaze from the fake cock and glared at her. "Excuse me?" Her eyes were dead serious, unflattering. "Suck it." : : : Lydia was having a little relationship problem. Read to find out when a little pervy doctor by the name of Dr. Zayn have her eyes on LYDIA

A story of two women bound by a marriage they never wanted, where resentment slowly gave way to a love neither expected to find. Beneath their pride and unspoken fears, they became each other's solace, yet neither knew how to hold on when it mattered most. Just as they found the courage to choose one another, fate intervened. What remained were unfinished conversations, lingering regrets, and the heartbreaking realization that some loves are not meant to be forgotten-they are meant to be remembered for arriving at the right heart, but the wrong time.

Psalm 46:10 "Be still" After living in France for 10 years with her grandparents, Rachel returns home to San Francisco over the summer. Her family owning one of most succesful companies in the country and wants her to start taking over. What they don't know is that she chose to not follow down their path. And living in a strictly conservative family with a secret that would get her disowned. While being pushed into a christian marriage she meets Alice again. Her mothers long time friend, who she has not seen since being a child. And then there's Sandra. The charming woman with the beautiful smile. Neither of them should be on her mind. They are old enough to be her mother and are women something her family would never approve of. But when Rachel's trip back home gets extended her life get's caught up in a love triangle between her and two women who were supposed to be off limits.

Daphne walks into the coffee shop and bumps into someone. and the woman doesn't have time for this and waks away. leaving Daphne with a coffee stained shirt and speech less. all she can think about is how beautiful that woman is. later to find out that that Ms Pierce is her cold hearted English teacher. But does it stay that way? Victoria Pierce begins to realize that she can't take her eyes off Daphne but wont take the first step BE AWARE: death parent struggles with eating smut

| teacher x student | wxw | slow burn | When 19-year-old Lena James enters English Literature class, she expects nothing special. Instead, she meets Ms. Sinclair her cold, sharp-tongued British literature teacher. Elegant, cutting, and unbearably superior. From the very first lesson, the 34-year-old woman seems to take pleasure in dismantling Lena's every opinion with cruel precision. Lena hates her. She hates the condescending red marks on her essays, the raised eyebrow that makes her feel small, and the way Ms. Sinclair lingers in her thoughts long after class ends. But hate this intense has a way of twisting into something far more dangerous. With a strict 15-year age gap and an unbreakable teacher-student boundary, their slow-burning tension threatens to break every rule both in literature and in real life. Some lessons aren't taught kindly. And some hatreds taste too much like desire. "Ms. Sinclair's Secret"

"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.

Valentina, 26, a cold businesswoman shaped by perfectionist parents, hides her vulnerability behind calculated precision. Success came at the cost of warmth, masking the girl yearning for acceptance, not achievement. Her story is a battle to reconcile her true self with the flawless image she projects. Danielle, 21, is drawn to Valentina, the icy businesswoman others avoid. Seeing a puzzle, not coldness, she's determined to uncover the woman beneath. Danielle's quest is fueled by curiosity and empathy, seeking the warmth she believes is hidden within Valentina's walls. What happens when they cross paths?

Lucia Bellandi has always been certain of who she is. At twenty, her life is comfortable, predictable, and carefully uncomplicated. She has her friends, her university classes, her part time job, and a future she has never had much reason to question. Then she meets Professor Vivienne Marrow. Cold, intimidating, impossibly composed, and far too observant, Vivienne is the kind of woman Lucia should have no reason to think about once she leaves the seminar room. Except she does. At first, Lucia tells herself it's admiration. Vivienne is intelligent, confident, and everything Lucia wishes she could be. The strange feeling in her chest must mean nothing more than nerves. But the more often their paths cross, the harder it becomes to ignore the questions Lucia has spent her entire life avoiding. Because sometimes discovering who you are means questioning everything you thought you already knew. And sometimes the person who makes you question it is the one person you were never supposed to want.