When Evelyn begins her senior year, the last person she expects to see in her classroom is the mysterious woman she met while working at the diner. Ms. Hartley quickly realizes there's more to Evelyn's life than she lets on, and what begins as concern slowly turns into a bond neither of them expected. But some connections come with consequences-especially when they cross a line that should never be crossed.

At forty-five, Professor Loredana Dove has built her life on control. Keeping her colleagues at arm's length and her students at a distance. At home, her marriage to an absent, quarrelsome wife is crumbling, leaving her to raise their five year old daughter in quiet isolation. She has convinced herself she needs nothing more until Romina Maple crashes into her classroom. Nineteen smart, and reckless, Romina is the youngest in her year. To her classmates she's the loud, infuriating party girl; to herself, she's struggling with mental health, taking care of her three year old brother and the only responsible adult in a house run by aging grandparents, her defiance masks hunger, her insolence disguises fear. Their lives should never touch. Yet hunger recognizes hunger. What begins as irritation morphs into fascination, into a closeness neither woman knows how to resist. Boundaries blur. Rules splinter. And both must face the truth: some desires do not starve quietly, and some silences can undo a lifetime of control. Our Shared Solitude is a story of two women who should have walked away yet found themselves consumed by the one thing they were never meant to want.

𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗮 (𝗻.) 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 This is a POC lgbtq+ short stories smut book. Feel free to make request. Some stories are turnt into books. You were meant to find this!

Desperate housewife called for desperate fucking measure. Mia Bent wasn't your ordinary housewife. She didn't cook. She certainly didn't clean and she definitely doesn't sit and wait for her small dick husband to fuck not when there is a 9 inch next door. **************************** "Please..." I exhaled, "please fuck me, Eli." I shook my head as she nodded to the closed bedroom door. The heat between my legs was rising, and I was frightened I wouldn't be able to get into bed. I want to be pleased right here, on this carpet, with my hands on this wall and her cock deep into me. "Where?" She spoke in hushed tones. Her fingertips traced the length of my arms. "I am happily married." I blurted out. But as my neediness grew, my thoughts screamed that it didn't give a fuck. My pussy needs to be stabbed viciously from behind in order to unleash all of its pent-up rage. I spun around, my hands on the walls. "I adore my husband, but he cannot give me what I desire." I exhaled, wanting for her to touch me, my eyes welling up at how desperate I was to suck her cock, to feel her hands, to do something crazy and out of the ordinary.

Brielle's done with her boring life, so she's in search of a sugar daddy. With the incoming messages, one stands out to her. A woman named Layla Holt.

"𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭." Her hot breath fans into her ear, control and dominance in her voice; her cologne rich and intoxicating. Anna's voice hitches, her senses in overdrive and her eyes full of white, gripping unto the woman's neck for dear life as those fingers increase in speed and intensity. "And let me show you, what you've been missing." • • • It is 1837 in Britain, Victorian Era, where the season of courting has begun once again and the building of the London railroads has commenced. Many bachelors from across the country are eager for the hand of the wealthy aristocrat's daughter, Annabelle Robins. It is told that her beauty is bewitching and her elegance is like no other. Nonetheless, she has denied the hand of excellent suitors, their wealth exceeding great expectations, and it is thus, that the chivalrous battle for the bachelorette's hand has begun. However, unbeknownst to the outside word, Annabelle has a secret. She is confused about her sexuality and is at a lost of who she is. That is until temptations reach her door step with hazel eyes, short black hair and a battered past. Someone she knows she would never be able to marry. They have all the wealth and all the land but it is forbidden for her to even make a glance. For they are an abomination. Taboo. A woman dressed like a man. Will Anna be able to resist the skillful hands of this dominant woman or will she fall into them and be crushed by its consequences? Read as Annabelle unwraps the lies of her life and the truths of the lady in the suit. RANKINGS #1 in Butch 15/11/2022

"We can't keep doing this" I was more trying to convince myself than her "Why not mi amor" she placed kisses against my collarbone as her hand slipped my dress of my shoulders "Because" I moaned as she found my pulse point "Because you are my boss and I'm seeing someone" She unclipped my bra, taking it off and throwing in somewhere in the room I tilted my head back in pleasure as she wrapped her lips around my swollen right nipple while she uses her hand to pinch and roll my left nipple "Fuccckk" I moan feeling the throbbing between my legs intensify She pulled back taking my nipple in between her teeth, she let it go then looked up at me "Then stop me mi amor" she said I stared into her eyes that seem to have gotten darker, she was gone there was no turning back. "I can't" I whispered "Then shut up and let me devour you" she rubbed her fingers against my clit through the dampen fabric

"Kim who do you love?" He yelled at me and I shook my head "What? You would pick this nigga over me. I bet he can't do, any where better than me?" He said and I looked at him dead in his eyes "He can and he has. You treated me like I was shit my whole life, and you wanna come back pretending like I'm yours." I said and he rubbed my stomach "You are mine. And always will be. This baby will be mine" He said and I shook my head sighing "How do you know?" I said "I just do" Trey said "Again whatever back to the question. Who do you love?" Aubrey asked and I looked down shaking my head "The real question is who owns my heart?" I said looking at them both *EDITING*

Kimberly Michelle Pate aka know as K. Michelle was offered a deal by her boss to agree to be in a fake marriage with Trey Songz. For one year they both go through drama and hell with each other. Mixed emotions, jealously, Drama, and sex between the lines. Having Kimberly question if she can put up with Trey, how long she can deal with him, will she make it, and Is this love real?

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