A story in the REGIS Chronicles Universe
Rosa finds some ropes in a storage cabinet and has her way with Juliet, the two enjoy themselves thoroughly. I know this story is terrible, it is by no means representative of the work that it comes from. This story was written at an early stage when Rosa and Juliet's characters hadn't been fleshed out well enough and it is also written with assumption that the reader is familiar with the setting. I would not recommend reading this first unless it's the only thing I've posted.
A Story from The Town On her first day at The Library, Isla is swept into Carrie’s world of fashion, dominance, and fetish, where every outfit, every heel, and every rule is a lesson in trust and restraint. But when a modeling gig turns into a weekend bound as sirens, Isla and Carrie uncover a connection that they both desire, but is ultimately, fleeting. A story best experienced following The Practitioner - Chapter 7: A Neat Little Bow.
A woman from Iran, went Exhibitionist wife and mother after a visit to a nude beach. With her Family, the journey continues. Lovely Family' transformation.
A late-night Lyft ride turns into something neither of them expected. What starts as a simple drive becomes a series of shared songs, unfinished sentences, and small moments that feel heavier than they should. Time keeps moving. The road keeps counting down. And somewhere between Dayton and Cincinnati, two strangers begin to wonder if what they’re feeling is connection… or just the kind of closeness that only exists because it’s temporary.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight
Isabela arrives in Rio for the first time, meeting Thiago in Ipanema. Their taxi ride teases with his hand high on her thigh. Inside his apartment, he pins her to the wall, fingers plunging deep with wet sounds, tasting her arousal. He fucks her hard against the plaster—sharp slaps of skin, slick squelches, her cries echoing—until they both shatter. In bed, slow rolling thrusts build softer, deeper climaxes, bodies slick and trembling in the salt-scented dawn.
A nameless road unspools forever under Elias Moreau’s tyres. Naked, half-hard, he drives toward Isolde—pale, raven-haired, eternally waiting, sex glistening in headlights. Each encounter is slow, deep, wordless release on warm tar, yet she recedes again. No end, only endless want, her scent on the wind, the next curve calling him forward.
A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In a quiet library scented with aged paper and cedar, Susan closes an ancient romance novel, tears in her eyes, only to meet Catherine’s gaze—the librarian who has silently loved her for months. Confessions spill out, leading to a night of raw, tear-streaked passion upstairs. Tender touches, whispered “I love you”s, and shattering climaxes bind them. By morning, two lonely hearts have found home in each other, their story forever written between the pages.
Gabriela Rodriguez is a terrorist facing decades in supermax after blowing up a CEO's mansion. Akira Drake is an arsonist. She's a woman with a cause; he's just plain crazy. She thinks too much; he doesn't think at all. They shouldn't want each other. They definitely shouldn't need each other. But in a place where everyone's already damned, what's one more bad decision?