The eponymous owner of Rin's Travel Agency has a special treat for the more lovely travelers that stop by his establishments. Seeing Lulu, he springs his trap.
A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In snow-swept Manhattan, haunted Detective Rikki Fire probes a billionaire's locked-room murder marked by a glowing occult sigil. Suspect: alluring witch Sophia Voss, whose defiant surrender sparks irresistible desire. As living shadows hunt them, charged interrogations ignite passionate power play—silk ropes, commands, vulnerability forging unbreakable trust. Amid red herrings and a midnight ritual clash, their love—forged in fire, sealed in surrender—burns brighter than any dark magic.
This sprawling epic, titled The Eternal Dungeon Master, immerses readers in a labyrinthine world of intricate character developments, where every individual—be it the enigmatic patriarch Bob or the diverse women who orbit his life—evolves through layers of psychological depth, emotional revelation, and transformative growth.
A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story When a cursed prince with a submissive streak meets the infamous Lady Verity Thrustworthy—better known as the Viper of Veylthorne—his only hope of redemption lies in obedience. Add a magical golden vibrator with opinions of her own, and courtly manners don’t stand a chance. A bawdy, wickedly enchanted retelling of The Frog Prince where domination is destiny, and happily ever after comes with a bite.
In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.
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Clarita owes the mountain her seventh daughter’s seventh daughter. Michelle breaks every salt line she finds. Hate becomes hunger, hunger becomes rope and brand and fist. To keep the witch in the walls fed, they pay with blood, welts, hot wax, and shattering squirt under the Mothman’s red eyes. Love here is a debt paid in screams and perfect surrender. The ridge claimed them. They claimed each other harder.