Evelyn Carmichael has had a crush on Dean Jameson ever since she figured out what a crush was. To make matters worse, Dean is her brothers best friend with an eight-year age difference. Dean Jameson didn't know Evelyn existed until the moment he sees her walk across the stage for her high school graduation. He beco...
|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic...
Book two... Once again, just some naughty but sweet little girlxgirl one shots.
Sᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ. Tʜɪs ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴏɴᴅᴀɢᴇ, ᴋɴɪғᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴡᴀx ᴘʟᴀʏ, ɢ!ᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛs. Eᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ sᴛᴏʀʏ.
Sweet little collection of girl on girl stories. Just little fantasies that pop in my naughty little head.
[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in...
There are many types of addictions. For instance, drugs, alcohol, nicotine, caffeine, sex, the internet, shopping, food and the list goes on. Each one of these addictive behaviors are very different, but they're all used to get the same result; to momentarily take the pain away. Sex addiction was his. Love was hers. ...
"You know when Christmas is coming, and you and your friends start getting all worked up because of all the gifts you ought to buy, you fuss and fuss because you have no idea what to get them, and you start hating Christmas and fancy retiring in a cloistered convent? Yeah? Me too. However, my friends and I have foun...
Warning: Mature Content | "Excuse me?" My heart was pounding, not only because of what he was saying, but because I recognized his goddamn scent and it triggered an automatic flashback of every touch, every kiss, and every fucking thrust he gave me the last time we were even remotely this close. His eyes pierced thro...
