My legs shifted wider without thinking, fabric of my dress riding just enough to reveal more than I intended. Bianca's gaze snapped down instantly, sharp and hungry. "Now open your legs for me." I let out a soft laugh, biting my lip. "They're already open, Bianca. What, you want me to show you everything?" ⊹ She entered the house under the guise of duty, tasked with the care of innocence. Yet beneath the veneer of obligation, desire simmered, subtle and relentless. In the delicate balance between control and surrender, she discovered that longing doesn't blur boundaries, it erases them.

A model and her boss? Mia is used to getting what she wants, and that includes women. Due to this, she gets bored; she wants a challenge. what happens when she meets Imani Rose? she's exactly the challenge she's been looking for. but can she handle it? can she give up control? Imani is an up-and-coming model. She's worked hard to get to where she is. What happens when she finds out her boos is the woman she met at a club. What happens when she becomes the challenge? She has two things on her mind. Get to the top. Make Mia work for her.

A professor? And a student? That's a line that should never be crossed. But what happens when those lines start to blur? What happens when you begin to mistake manipulation for love? One wants power and control while the other wants to win and get her way....and be loved. And each will do anything to get it. power. control. manipulation. I'm horrible at descriptions, but trust me, it's gonna be good 🥉in wuhluhwuh 🥉in gayness

Claire Whitmore is just trying to find her people- queer friends who love literature just as much as she does. When her younger sister Ashley sends a her a link to an online lesbian book club called 'The Margins We Keep, and tells her "Go be gay and read things." Claire joins. And everything changes from the moment she stumbled upon a quote from The Price Of Salt, it's posted by a user named Juliette. It's a beautiful and very haunting quote. It's Claire's favorite quote too. Claire replies-and Juliette answers. What starts as a shared love of literature quickly unravels into late-night threads, flirty emails, and a growing curiosity that expands across different time zones. Before they touched, they wrote. Every word a confession, every reply a seduction.

She wasn't supposed to see me. But somehow... she saw everything. After a car accident steals her parents, Elena moves in with her aunt and tries to exist quietly. She doesn't want attention. She doesn't want trouble. She just wants to survive senior year without breaking again. Then she bumps into Sloane Harwood-and suddenly survival looks a lot like change. Sloane's perfect world shattered the day her father died. Since then, she's mastered silence, control, distance. Everyone sees the queen; no one sees the girl holding the crown with shaking hands. Until Elena arrives-and sees more than she should.

Stephanie Walker is eighteen, moving across the country from Los Angeles to New York to begin her dream: law school at NYU. A new city, a new home, new friends, new everything. She's excited, but sleepless nights, old wounds, and quiet struggles follow her everywhere. She wants to live like any other college student, to blend in, to feel normal, but life hasn't been simple, and surviving on her own is harder than she expected. Every late night, every study session, every solitary drive home reminds her that life doesn't come with easy answers. Some nights, she leans on quiet habits she'd never tell anyone about, just to make it to morning. Elena Shay is thirty-two, NYU's Dean and a respected law professor. Her life is built on control, precision, and endless responsibility. At work, she's commanding, elegant, untouchable. Outside it, she's soft, warm, and human, but never careless. Elena doesn't date casually; she doesn't waste time or energy on anything that isn't worth it. She's deliberate, certain, and careful... Until Stephanie. Stephanie isn't just another student. She's sharp, captivating, and unafraid to be herself in a way that draws Elena in deeper than it should. Suddenly, the carefully maintained line between professional and personal life begins to blur. The rules, the expectations, the life Elena's worked so hard to control all scream that nothing between them can ever happen. And yet, the pull becomes impossible to ignore. As their worlds collide, Stephanie discovers a side of life she's never dared to touch: warmth, comfort, attention, and desire from someone who sees her fully, not as a girl with a "rough" childhood, but as a woman. Together, Elena and Stephanie fall into chaos, vulnerability, and longing they didn't know they were missing. Every glance, every touch, and every moment carries risk. Risk of exposure, of judgment, of everything crashing down, all shaped by the choices resting in their hands.

"Why are you so against wanting me, Princess?" She whispers in my ear as she keeps me against the wall, reeking of alcohol. "I know you want me just as much as I want you..." My breath hitched as I looked up at her, taking in those green lustful eyes that peered at me measuredly. "Tell me you want me." She says, expecting me to answer her - no, she wants me to answer. I don't have much of a choice. "I want..." I spoke up before being kissed aggressively. - - - Amelia Monroe is a 22 year old woman who lives a horrible life with her parents who seems to care more about drugs than her. Until, one day from work she comes home to see her parents debt collectors holding them at gunpoint. - ! WARNING! This story contains: Violence & Crime Intersex woman (G!P) Drugs Blood ** Rankings #1 Protective December 24, 2025 #1 Intersex January 31, 2026 #1 Conflict January 30, 2026

"I want you" She grabbed my chin making me hold eye Contact "And I want you to be quiet"

The rules are simple: play the part, make it believable, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. A quiet, sharp-tongued French girl named Juliette, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 Madeline, and the feeling is mutual. But when Madeline makes an 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 Juliette can't ignore, hatred turns into a game neither of them can control. The stares last too long. Fights cut too deep. The tension is 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. They were never supposed to want this. Too bad they're already 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 every rule. [18+]

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.