A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In a snowbound Kansas library, Isabel Torres, still haunted by her first love, rereads The Price of Salt alone after hours. When Harper Ellis bursts in from a blizzard—seven years after leaving without warning—their reunion ignites raw grief, fierce apologies, and desperate passion. Tears mingle with kisses as they reclaim each other on the cold marble floor, bodies and hearts colliding in a storm of longing and absolution. The book waits open, a witness to love that refuses to stay broken.
Three amorous young couples will need to rethink their summer vacation when a tropical storm traps them all inside together. As crossed wires and unfulfilled desires slowly bubble to the surface, an ordinary vacation rental becomes an erotic pressure cooker, threatening to forever change these longtime friendships… into something more.
A The My Mother Series Story For me at least, this story preserves the beauty of the loving relationship. I also think it is sexier for it's truthfulness.A mother shows her son the way to sexuality by exhibiting her body, her lingerie,, and the ways of sexuality.
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 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.
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.