You find yourself falling bad for your new English literature teacher. You know it's wrong, but you just can't draw yourself away from her.

Professor x Student | wlw | Age gap Lily Miller is a responsible, kind-hearted twenty-year-old who fell in love with philosophy as a child. She's had her fair share of worries all the way from her father's death to carrying the weight of her mother's struggles on her shoulders. She's used to being the strong one and smiling through life no matter how hard it gets. When Lily starts at a new school she quickly becomes interested in the ethics and morality teacher who commands the classroom with her gaze alone. Most students have already made their mind up about her: strict, cold, ruthless. But Lily sees past the masks Heidi Harrington hides behind. Is Heidi unable to resist the effect Lily has on her? Will the two women find in each other what they've long stopped believing in? Highest rankings: #1 olderwomen #1 philosophy #1 lesbianromance #1 txs #2 femxfem #3 girlfriend #4 womensfiction #4 wlw #5 sapphic #6 womanxwoman

26-year-old Madelyn Cooper is a simple girl. Normal if anything. She has a stable job, a nice home, and good friends. Her job is like her favorite place to be and she loves it more than life itself but she soon finds out she is the only one who feels that way. Madelyn gets special treatment from her boss. 37-year-old Skylar Royal is a high-up woman. She gets what she wants and has the respect from everyone. She is happily married and yet she is attracted to one of the many people who work for her. And she doesn't feel guilty one bit about it. 36-year-old Melanie Royal. Happily married to Skylar but yet is attracted to her wife's assistant and is jealous that her wife gets to spend the day with her. What happens when Skylar and Melanie take their shot at Madelyn?

"You're my favorite, you know that?" "Yes, baby. I know." A librarian and a top notch Lawyer cross paths one day at a party. What happens when opposites attract? 18 plus.

"put two fingers inside of you and go fast with them." i slipped two fingers inside my pussy and let out a sound of satisfaction. my fingers moved slowly at first, letting my walls adjust and then they gradually started to get faster. "oh fuck." i moaned loudly. my eyes could hardly stay open as they rolled to the back of my head in pleasure. i heard naliyah growl softly and i kept going. im so close. - who would've thought a car crash could've led to this?

"Alina, please believe me that i haven't been messing with anyone. What do i have to do for you to understand how much i want to be with you?" Madison turned her face whilst speaking, the woman's eyes studying everything she could in the moment. "I want you to stop trying to prove your innocence all the time. Now bend back down and take this in. I'm not gonna repeat myself." - - - Madison falling in love with her boss's daughter would have been the last thing she expected from being a professional criminal all her life. A single mission lead her to it. What was it about? Well her plan was to be a manipulative girl that makes Alina Blanco fall in love with her but the tables turned and they both happened to step into the trap. What will Alina do when she finds out the truth? Not only about being used, played around for money but also her own mother setting the whole thing up.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝔸𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕫, the 29 year old heir to the Spanish mafia, ridiculed by her mother and father's overwhelming love her entire life, is faced with a dilemma that could potentially stop all that she has ever lived for. "Until you find the woman your cold heart starts beating for, you will never have this mafia."

An assassin and an arms dealer, truly a match made in heaven. ❝If you wish to protect my heart, you would leave me be, for I can not take the thought of losing the one I love,❞ a pause resounded throughout the empty cathedral as Zaira turned to face the woman beside her, tears welling in her beautiful eyes, her voice cracking under the weight of the emotion that fell upon her, ❝So I beg you to leave before I fall in love with you.❞ Nayeli's hands shook as she reached out towards the beautiful face that rivaled that of Aphrodite, her soft fingers brushing away the tears that escaped the confines of Zaira's sorrowful eyes, each teardrop like a bullet straight to her heart. ❝If it is your deepest wish, I shall respect it. But 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘩𝘪, the fates of ours was built upon the bones of others, written in ink that is filled by the rivers of blood we have spilt. For those like us, six years is an eternity. And it seems my heart wishes to be yours for eternity. ❞

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?