"I'd appreciate it" Mr. Robinson said, turning back around to face the class, "If you didn't do that again." Agnes knew that was aimed at her. He didn't even have to say her name and it was all about her. Whether or not she had intended to, she knew what she had done. She had planted a seed in his brain. Although his interest had burned away from her she knew that her words, her lips, her eyes were imbedded in his brain. She knew what he would be dreaming about tonight.

Bambi is a flower girl in love with gardens and sunshine. Harry is a man infatuated with strawberries and his pretty flower. set in summer of 1971 ° ** this is a short story meant to be read in one sitting. it's also my first work, so it's really bad ** ‎⁺ ⁀➷ warnings: detailed sexual scenes mature language moves quickly! (in the beginning) lots of fluff © blushcherry, 2019 - present Started: June 11, 2019. Finished: January 10, 2020 ___________________________ highest achievements. - #1 in vintage - #1 in 1970s - #1 in 70s - #1 in retro - #1 in garden - #3 in harryau

When Harry returns to California to see his darling butterfly once again. set in summer of 1972 ° - The sequel to Bambi. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ‎⁺ ⁀➷ warnings: detailed sexual scenes mature language lots of fluff © blushcherry, 2019 started: january 10, 2020. ___________________________

she was called honey because even the sickest of men could get drunk off her sweetness - or in which a man becomes infatuated with a girl he calls honey. - Set in the 1970s

Alessandro Marcelo, thirty-five, was infatuated by his best friend's eighteen-year-old daughter, Jesse De Rose. He had known her since she was a newborn, watching her grow into a woman each day. Just as she grew, his infatuation for her grew. Thus turning into something bigger. Something more unhealthy. And the fact that he saw her everyday because she just so happened to be best friends with his daughter, Carissa, didn't help his fixation for the younger girl. Jesse, on the other hand, was oblivious to all of his thoughts about her. She wasn't attentive to how he knew everything about her, and the secrets that he kept hidden in the lurking shadows just waiting to combust. Those caliginous fantasies that would eat her up and swallow her life whole. Alessandro didn't find himself obsessed, despite what others thought. He believed that he loved Jesse, and he would do anything in his will power to get her to love him back. 2020-2022. ©sinfulsrose

Blue hated her dad's best friend, Brandon. He was tall, scary, and mean. He was the drummer in her dad's band. Every time they saw each other, a scowl was on his face. She didn't know why, but whenever she looked at him, she would get butterflies in her stomach and her heart would race. He was so much older than her, she knew she shouldn't be feeling this way. She thought he hated her too, until he kissed her. Until he touched her.

I didn't think my captor would be as maddening as he is captivating. He drags me back to the house I vowed never to return to. He wants answers, and if he needs to, he will rip them out of me. I'm broken down piece by piece by every harsh word and every burning touch. But within the confusion, I can't help but crave him, the way he observes me, the way he controls me. I am consumed by his pain, but also consumed by his presence. I should hate him, Instead I'm falling.

"The city is darker at night; glow-in-the-dark star stickers can only glow so bright for so long before a girl needs to find her own light. You can't stay a little dolly forever." "I'll always be your little dolly. Your girl, always."