Did it reach her? Can she feel my presence the way I'm yearning for hers? I wonder what she's thinking right now.. I want her to acknowledge me. Can you hear me? Can you hear me call your name with each note my body produces through my finger tips? Can you hear me cry out for your affection? Nocturne No. 19 in E Minor, Op. 72, No. 1 Eleanora...

Her boss. Who would've guessed? - #3 in lesbianlove #5 in shefellfirst #5 in sapphic #2 in sapphic #1 in shefellharder #2 in shefellfirst #1 in bossxemployee Thank you for reading.

'The Teacher: AKA My Best Friend's Mom' Spinoff You do not need to read the first book to understand this one- they are both separate stories. Although, I do recommend giving my other book a read! My eyes roamed her body again. "I told you to stop looking at me like that," Shannon grumbled. "Why is that Professor Monet?" I whispered. "Because I said so." "Should I listen to all you say? Because I recall you asking me to kiss yo-" "Twenty laps of the pool and ten of the track now," she barked, turning around, giving me the perfect view of her delicious buttocks. "Hot Bit--," she turned around, raising an eyebrow, "umen," I finished. "Hot bitumen?" She teased. "Hell yeah. This bitumen is so fucking hot," I remarked, rubbing my hand over the ground, lovingly. R-Rated. Beware, Highly Gay. One of the main characters is a transgender female. If this bothers you, well screw you, find another book. Enjoy!