(EXTREMELY SEXUAL, READ WITH CAUTION.) 18 year old Shelby becomes entranced by the seemingly flawless French Barista, who introduces her to the wonders of BDSM. But what will Shelby think when she realizes exactly who Marina is.

(Warning: BDSM, Lesbian, Interracial and age gap love story, if you don't like that please leave kindly) When a young graceless, introvert artist, named Ashley Black lives in the busy city of New York is called for an assignment to paint a big spender, huge fashion brand designer; Eliza Robinson, one of the most richest women in all of New York. Ashley assumes Ms. Robinson is a snob and will have a boring time painting her for Ms. Robinson's portrait but no... Maybe it's not, maybe she actually does get to know Ms. Robinson instead of accusing her for what she think she is, and what is in the papers. Though, Eliza Robinson has her dark desires that Ashley is not so used to seeing. But also Eliza Robinson has a very dark scary past... And has been locked away, secured shut tight for years from others, Eliza suffers constantly every now and then. Will Eliza ever break out of her fear from her dark past? Maybe Ashley can help her find her light that glows within her, that has been hidden for quite sometime. Will they both break each other's barriers for the good of them both? May Ashley be exposed to a new style of her hidden inner desires and explore her sensuality that she's never knew? Who knows, right? Please enjoy this story.

"Beg me, baby. Beg me to take this sweet, little pussy." "Please, Fy. Please!" Trailing a hand over her mound, I squeezed my fingers cruelly over her fat lower lips, making sure she knew I meant business. "It's mistress, Hales. Be sure to remember that." Her panting breaths came faster and faster as she nodded and said the words that pushed me over the edge. "Take me, Mistress." I knew the rules. I knew how she was. I knew if I broke them, if I went against her needs... I'd lose her. Forever. Trouble was, I'd never been good at following the rules. A shy singer and a high strung, dominant nightclub owner clash in this Dom/Sub romance with a twist of danger. Enjoy ;)

Mistress: Rewritten (2019) [ Girl x Girl, Mistress x Submissive, Erotica, Mature ] Professor Ivy Wilson. Born October 31, 1995 ( Age 24 ). Raised in England, until her family moved to America because they had craved change. Professor Ivy has led a very unvaried, monotonous life, aside from moving to California. Her parents, both Harvard alumni. Herself, freshly released from the gates of Princeton. Her family, including her only brother, all Ivy League graduates. Quite a.. prestigious family, if I must say. Who would've thought an Ivy League graduate, with a Master's degree in psychology, and her entire future set up before her, would throw it all away in a heartbeat?

Joanne Stewart is an 18 year old girl who just graduated high school. She decides to travel, but seems to run into constant problems. Diana being one of the big ones. But, in the long run, Joanne discovers Diana is the best god damn problem she's ever had.

" Who do you belong to, Jade?" She pulled my hair, which caused me to arch my back in pleasure. " Only you, Mistress." I breathed. " W-when can I come...?" The sweat streamed down my face and I begged for release. " When I tell you to." She smirked. " You're under my command now." Warning: If you don't like the domiant and submissive thing, don't read it. I mean, of course you can read. But if you don't like it, then this story might not be your cup of tea... But enjoy Reading if you want to :) This story is for my best friend Annie @anniiiee96, I hope you'll like it honey ❤️ Theme song, Wicked Games by The Weeknd.

Lacey Moreau puts work over love. She spends all her time working, stressing, and marking her student's English papers. When she has an uncalled for sex dream about a coworker, Lacey and her coworker begin many, awkward and unusual relationships. (This is a lesbian story the does involve MATURE CONTENT. If you do not want to read lesbian having sexy times I'd advise you to not read this book.)

Mello is just a normal girl who moved from her hometown in New York, attended one year of middle school in florida, then went to a private academy for High School. There, she met an enticing masculine woman, and a flirtatious friendship emerged. Her name was Amber, a tall, larger girl with neck length naturally red-brown hair. She and Mello often had unannounced staring contests, as if to crown a dominant friend, but when Mello took their relationship to the next level, she didn't know what she was getting herself into.