💗 "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

Ever wondered what it feels like having a hot lesbian mom? Ask my boyfriend. When Grace Jones met Josh, the search is over. She found the man of her dreams. And everything was bound to be perfect. That is until she met his mother. Successful, striking, and beautiful, Elena Richards. Whom before meeting him, hooked up with her. Would Grace be able to put her one lesbian sex night (a.k.a. the best sex she's ever had) in the past and move on to the future with the man of her dreams? Or Elena just might be the right woman for her.

New home. New view. New obsession. Wren Parker has the perfect life: a radiant smile, a girlfriend who feels like safety, and a high-end modeling career that keeps her glowing under the right lights. She's the girl who breathes in rain, thanks strangers, and locks every dark impulse behind a flawless grin. Moving into a sleek Seattle duplex with her best-friend and girlfriend should be escape. Until she sees the studio across the yard. It stares straight into her bedroom. And inside lives Dakota Grey. Dakota is ink on skin, midnight solitude, eyes that strip without touching. A painter who uses women like brushes. Beautiful, temporary, discarded when the canvas is done. She doesn't chase. She waits. She watches. And she's already been painting Wren since the first night. One charged moment on the balcony cracks the glass between them. A few nights later, Wren leaves the curtains wide open. She poses bolder. She fucks her girlfriend with the lights on, knowing those cold eyes are drinking every arch, every gasp, every betrayal. Dakota never blinks. She never speaks. She simply watches and Wren feels it like teeth sinking slowly into her throat. Curiosity becomes hunger. Hunger becomes fixation. Dakota warns she'll ruin Wren if she gets too close. Wren steps closer anyway. But what Wren fails to realize is that her obsession with Dakota is not passion but submission, each step closer another layer stripped away, another shade of herself repainted, pulling her deeper into a dark erotic world where surrender is slow, intentional, and devastating. How long can you stare into the dark before it stares back and claims you? A slow-burn sapphic dark romance of obsession, possession, and the exquisite art of breaking someone who begs to be broken. Paint me. Ruin me. Own me.

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

FIRST STORY!! It's no secret that Hope in love with her best friend Tess...but are the feelings reciprocated? When Hope has a new love interest, will Tess confess or run away? *slow buildup* *smut* Please read part 2 "Don't Blame Me: Genius" :)

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me. "Right here," she said, her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine as her depraved hand reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── No one ever says it out loud. What she really is. Dangerous. Heartless. Merciless. A murderer. Everyone knows it. And now, she's in control. There are only so many people who kill their way to the top and get away with it. But there are things far more dangerous than power. Things not only worth killing for, but dying for. Seduction. Obsession. Love? Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one reckless enough to question her. To stand too close. To look too long. Unfortunately for Angeline, sin itself was designed to allure. Some urges were never meant to be denied, and resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. But resisting falling in love may be even harder, especially with someone she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025) #1 in women (August 2026)

The elevator opened probably at my stop and closed again. I could feel her smirking against my cheek, "Wait, did you not tell your friends how you begged me to fuck you?" she asked, chuckling a bit. "No," I said way too fast. "Wait, I meant I didn't say anything because nothing happened, we're going to forget about it," I said, forcing my eyes open and pushing the warmth away. "And if I don't want to forget it?" she asked, moving down to my ear. I gasped as she kissed right below it. "You have to. We..." I trailed off, my head falling back against the wall on its own, "We can't." "Why can't we?" she asked. "We want the same things, whether you're willing to admit it or not," she whispered, then kissing the spot again. "There is nothing to admit. I got over you," I said, repeating what I said last night, even as my body said something completely different. She let me go, stepping back. "Look me in the eye and tell me you're not turned on," she said, looking at me dead in the eyes. We both know I was, but I was definitely not going to say it. "I'm not," I sighed, trying and failing to sound convincing. "You're excuse for last night is that you were drunk. What's your excuse this time?" she asked, that annoying smirk coming back. ---------------------- Emryn and Avani have been best friends since they were kids. A tragic accident separated them, but what happens when Avani returns to work with the chief just to get to Emryn? Will they find themselves where they were six years ago? Will they be able to pick up their friendship as if nothing had happened? Stick around to find out!! ;) Not a slow burn!!! :)

"I think you're smart enough to understand how this works, Avery. Actions have consequences. Good or bad-it depends on how you behave." *** Nineteen-year-old Avery Dean has no intention of building a career. Born into wealth, with a trust fund cushioning her every whim, her internship at one of the country's top renewable energy firms is just another box to tick. But everything shifts when she meets Bianca Grant. The CEO exudes power from every detail: her words, her rules, and her silence. What starts as rebellion spirals into fixation. Avery tests limits. Bianca enforces them. And beneath their clipped conversations and veiled looks, something darker brews-something intimate, toxic, and addictively intense. As boundaries blur and submission becomes seduction, Avery finds herself tangled in a game she never agreed to play. Because in Bianca's world, nothing is ever casual, and attention always comes with a price. In a game of dominance and submission, who's really in control?

There are 2 kinds of people in this world: people who enjoy smut stories, and liars. This is a story of addiction and pleasure, how they can combine to create a monster of desperate craving, infatuation and desire. Our main character has no issue working side by side with the beautiful woman who can hold her own with the boys on the team until he finds himself lucky enough to delight in the pleasures of her flesh. Upon their first moment of intimacy an addiction is born inside of him and he feels a desperation growing more and more with every moment that he is not with her. He needs her. It grows exponentially with every hidden meeting they get the opportunity to claim and with every one that slips through their fingers with the ringing of a phone, the call of duty, the simplicity of the intricacies of life. As their secret relationship continues they take more and more risks with their delight in each other, finding what the other truly desires. But they both have partners at home and their emotional entanglements begin to battle with their simple enjoyment of the flesh. A corner is turned. Heads roll. Universes collide. Lives are ruined, changed, stopped. Will there be a happy ending for anyone? Or will the hammer of justice crumble all the hopes and dreams of pleasure, delight and happiness. Will love win out? Will duty be enforced? I guarantee you won't see the ending coming. Be warned, this is not simple getting dirty reading, there are plot lines, intricate characters and twists involved in this story. If you are not up for some hard core sexual reading then please find another book to read. This book is for those wanting to indulge in something naughty and delicious. FAIR WARNING: * HEAVY SEX SCENES * TRIGGER WARNING IN SOME CHAPTERS * Do not read at work * Do not read around family members * You may need spare batteries * Enjoy yourselves (pun intended)

The night before her 22nd birthday Rose decides she's losing her virginity. Desperate and running out of time she forces her best friend to sneak into an exclusive club with her and help her find someone, anyone, to sleep with, when she is taken home albeit a little reluctantly by no other than her former English teacher(The woman she's spent 4 years obsessing over) only to wake up the next day on a cab with a 20 dollar bill stuffed into her pocket, a sorry written on sharpie on her left arm and a sticky note stuck on her forehead. Three years later, Rose is now an English teacher herself. Having moved thousands of miles away from the big city she grew up with to teach in a tiny tone alongside her best friend. What will happen when they get a new principal who is a little too similar to the raven-haired woman she once loved? ........... "Bend over the desk" she commands, her tone leaving no space for arguments and my cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, my eyes widening as I fight my body's response to follow her command right away. "What?" "Now! I don't want to hear another word from you unless I give you permission, got it?" What the hell have I gotten myself into? Is it too late to quit? Do I even want to quit? My mind reels but I follow her orders, my body uncomfortably laying on her desk, her placard digging into the side of my torso painfully. I try to control my breathing, but it's labored and I'm sure if she makes it there, I'll be embarrassingly wet.