I watched her get on her knees, rubbing her hands back and forth right against my thighs. "Oh, Ava." I just gave up and moaned her name out, seeing as her lips formed a smile to my action. "Don't you want to punish me for my bad behavior? How i purposely said all those things to have you riled up, miss." She gazed right up and into my eyes, looking so innocent and ready to obey to everything i would say. - - - Avery Glume is a 22 year old college student. The charm for all girls wanting to ride her out within every corner she walks by but soon the past life will come rushing over her and she'll have to accept about being in the wrong about it all. Andrea Hudson is a 29 year old women that made the past life storm over Avery. Wealthy, sexy and most definitely controlling. Can their mistaken break up be explained or are they both gonna live through the feeling of love yet sorrow that everything turned out like this?

Sedona Wilson has been on her own since the age of fifteen. Hopping from one foster home to the next, she made a vow to herself to always make sure she was good. With dance being her passion, Sedona became an exotic dancer at the age of eighteen in order to make money to fund her dream. Finally reaching her goal at the age of twenty-one, Sedona walked into the dance studio with her head held high, holding onto her dreams as she stood in front of Vivianne Siobhan, one of the most famous dance instructors and performers nationwide. Despite her lack of discipline and respect for others, Vivianne takes an interest in Sedona, offering her a chance of a lifetime. Will this opportunity make or break Sedona? 18+ Themes of BDSM. Professor x student.

Danielle, a hired bridesmaid begins a 'fuck' spree with Molly, the bride. Danielle, finding it hard to resist the sexiest bride she's ever lusted after; does something she never thought she would, and that's messing up with someone who's about to get married. Molly, who's in a perfect relationship but feels like it lacks something which she can't point her finger to, gets to have all her wildest dreams turn to a reality that's full of lust, regrets, drama and secrets. But how far will their Secret Games take them?

"Secrets don't die with the ones who keep them. They haunt the living until they're forced into the light..." Aminah ~ Grief has a way of staining everything-your memories, your heart, your sanity. Losing Hailee shattered me, but what came after burned me alive. The deceptions, the cracks in trust, the love that lingers in my heart even when I want to rip it out. Alex is the spark that threatens to ignite what's left of me. Her presence feels like treason, a dangerous temptation I can't afford. And Devyn? She's the ghost of my past and the storm of my present. I loved her once-maybe I still do-but love isn't enough when the truth tastes like ash. This is my life now, balancing on the edge of a knife, torn between uncovering the secrets that will certainly destroy me and holding on to what little remains. They say the truth sets you free. But they never warm you of the costs.

Celeste Abascal is a headstrong woman with a past that she made sure wouldn't haunt the future she worked hard to build. Married to one of Manhattan's finest lawyers, the registered nurse lived lavishly, showered in luxury and well adjusted to the ravishing lifestyle that others would kill for. However, that all changes when a familiar face from her past shows up at her doorstep with a charming smile and a rich bottle of wine. Secrets and the taste of danger tempts Celeste to relive her past of lust and passion, waiting for her to make a life altering decision. Will she falter? WOMAN X INTERSEX. 18 PLUS.

Arthur Fucking walker would someday ruin me. • Ever since the day Marnie set her eyes on Arthur she knew she was done for. With dark eyes and dark hair, the girl in the band was someone she wanted to know everything about. Secrets would come out and blood would be bound to spill but in the green lights or the golden sun rays, Arthur would burn every soul to grant Marnie warmth. • Arthur's hand came up to my hips as she grabbed it tightly, staining my skirt with her bloody hands. My whole body was trembling. The knife. I turned around abruptly taking out my knife and pressing it to her neck, but she was quicker as she pressed her knife to my bare thigh. One of her hands was still on my hips as she pushed close to me. I flinched at the cold metal pressed on my upper thigh. But my hand didn't falter. I pressed the knife against her neck harder. A drop of blood dripped down her neck and trailed to her collarbone. Slowly trailing down and travelling down the curve of her and inside her shirt. "What did you see my angel?" She asked, her voice mocking as she stepped closer. I took a step back my back meeting the cold metal and her knife sliding higher. "Nothing," I whispered, panting. Fucking hell. "Nothing, I saw nothing." I breathed out and she grinned. "Shit liar baby." She shook her head kissing my temple and my collarbone. Her lips lingered for more than a second. "Get your knife away from me." I grit my teeth. "And here I thought you liked a knife between your legs." She whispered grinning, I swallowed as I could feel the blood drip down from the cut.

Forbidden things are like a beautiful hypnotizing magnet. Once you get pulled in, it's hard to pull back. But maybe I liked being pulled in, especially if it was by her.

Maximillien Bussola often laughed in the face of death. She was sinister, cold, maybe even a bit psychotic. Crossing paths with Genevieve Menza was nowhere in her immediate life plans. This singular event would change the trajectory of her life, she just didn't know it yet.

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] I met two gorgeous dominate women. What a shame it was under terrible circumstances.