A well grounded college freshman convinces her overly protective parents to let her move out of state for school. Amongst her first day she runs into Bizzle. The schools trouble boy who only attends the college to sleep with girls and continue his "career" as a street fighter. It only takes a few weeks and both their worlds seem to have tumbled out of place. What does the future hold for them? What did the past have to do with it all? What is love anyway? And the ultimate question being, Who will teach who to behave?

Online crushes should never be able to influence your personal life, especially not if your on-line crush is a part of your personal life, without either of you knowing. Is life not stressful enough without two worlds colliding? Gee, whoever claimed life was easy? Yeah, they lied. They were right under each others noses the entire time, and yet, they didn't even realize.

in which Mary, a sex driven teenage virgin acquires a taste for her school's campus priest. ┌ JUSTIN BIEBER FANFICTION ┘

"I like a woman who can beat me at my own game." // cover credit to @herwalls

"Welcome to the kink club. We have whips, handcuffs, chokers and belts. That's Luke, he has the daddy kink. I think he likes you, he's been staring at you all evening." {lophie} {lol there's smut in this hi} ©loudluke

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."