College Series #1 We Met We Stayed Together We Love Each Other But You Let Me Go When It Came To The End They say when you love someone you should fight for her or for him. But how can i fight if the person i hope to be with me for life. Doesn't want me anymore? Should I Still Fight or Should I Forget Him.

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

There is a thin line between love and hate but an even thinner line between forgiveness and revenge. How it started vs how it ends, let's go on a journey with Rojay Longstan And Ataliyah Mendez to see what life unfold and the unexpected turns it's going to take. SHE IS MY DOWNFALL HE IS MY PAIN.

He promised me forever. He swore I was the only woman in his world. For two years, I believed every word. I believed the late night whispers. The soft kisses. The vows he practiced before the mirror when he thought I wasn't watching. On our wedding day, dressed in white and walking toward the man I thought I knew, I discovered the truth. The woman he called his stepmother was his secret lover. The little boy he introduced as his stepbrother was his son. And the fairy tale I thought I was living was nothing but a carefully crafted lie. So instead of saying "I do," I exposed him. In front of everyone. The guests. The cameras. The world. But humiliating him at the altar was only the beginning. Because a broken heart can cry. Or it can plan.