Locked up (Lesbian Story)
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"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.
Three Is Better Than Two
[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] Forty-Two years old, lonely and in need of love. Luckily two best friend in their twenties knows just how to treat a woman... Any woman.. Of any age.Complete
Crimson Tides(WLW)
Caught in a towering wave during a surfing competition, Kayla's world fades to black ultil she's saved by a mysterious figure she never seen before. When she wakes up on a secluded stretch of the beach, confused and alone, she's left with more questions than answers. As the surfer struggles to piece everything about what happened together, a girl she's never seen before suddenly comes into her life. Will Kayla be able to figure that mystery out while having to deal with her crazy ex, complicated feelings, her chaotic best friends and befriending her former enemy?
Mommy ✓
Paiten Hearth hates the way Anna Carson makes her feel. Firstly because she's into boys and secondly, that's her father's new girlfriend. ♕ lesbian romance. extended synopsis inside ♕ © dzangiewrites 2016. all rights reserved.Complete
MY STEPMOM AND I
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! A hilarious short story. Heaven and her stepmom don't go along in anyway. They are more like cat and mouse. "You are barren" Heaven hissed. "And you are single. That makes us even" she replied "At least all hope is not lost on me. I am still in my youthful age and I have lots of opportunities but for you...nah..I don't think so" "It's only a fool that says the game is over when the whistle has not been blown" "ughhh...I hate you so much" "The feeling is mutual,girl" However,there is the need to settle the misunderstanding between them because they might have the wrong opinions about each other. If you are so ready to take the risk of laughing your guts out,go ahead and read as these two express how mutual the feeling is. Read at your own risk. All rights reserved.Complete
Their Salvation (gxg)
After all that they've been through only one question can be asked will there be more? (Mature)(Smut)(PTSD)
The Pregnancy Pact (Discontinued)
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The Boy I Admire From Afar
As Claire aims to leave her oppressive stepfamily behind, she befriends Zion. Will he be her ticket to freedom or a distraction in achieving her dreams? ***** Claire Olsen has had a crush on Zion Petrakis since the first time she laid eyes on him, but he never noticed, instead only having eyes on the school's it girl, Maddie Jennings. Knowing she couldn't compete with Maddie, Claire hid her feelings for Zion, satisfied with admiring him from afar. However, when a series of events led Claire closer to Zion, her feelings for him grew from infatuation to love. And despite fighting hard to keep her feelings contained by distancing herself from Zion, he was determined to show her that he's earned a spot in her life. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]Complete
Something about the Sutherlands GxGxB
The older she gets, the further out of reach love seems to feel for Megan. No one she dates feels right, yet she's not quite sure why they feel wrong either. When Megan is invited to a Halloween masquerade ball by her best friend, she stumbles into Amanda and Casey. Two individuals who promise the kind of love Megan has been seeking all her life. There was just one issue. They are married.Complete![Lovers Kill [Killer Love Sequel]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/398329144-256-k930230.jpg)
Lovers Kill [Killer Love Sequel]
"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?Complete
"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.
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