Sophie, an intellectually challenged 18-year-old with Turner syndrome, has been lured into an escalating situation with a much older, wealthy man she met through her older sister Charlene's online sugar daddy pursuits. The meeting helps the nieve girl discover her body one message at a time through complicated family dynamics and new friendships.
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
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 ruthless CEO ensnares her young trainee in a relentless spiral of nylon-clad domination. Foot worship, smothering, rough fucks, and depraved insertions blur pain and ecstasy until vulnerability binds them in eternal, filthy surrender. Dark, visceral female-led erotica.
How much does a choice weigh? For some, freedom is a new key; for others, it is the girl who felt like home. In a shared silence, between the walls of a shared apartment, the things left unsaid began to outgrow the things they dared to speak. Is desire mechanical, or a spark that burns the bridges of a lifetime? Between a lesson and a loss, they crossed lines that can never be undrawn. A story of skin, ghosts, and the heavy price of finally knowing.
A Narisa Series Story This, my second story, is a slow romantic tale about two young teens: a fourteen-year-old American boy in Tehran, Iran and a thirteen-year-old Iranian girl thrust together by circumstances of culture, religious fundamentalism and injustice due to a confrontation with Iran's morality police that changes their lives forever. It is definitely not a stroke story. There is some violence in this story: please read the preface! A COMPLETE RE-EDIT AND REPOST ON 4-4-10
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?