Novels by Jaidee

The morning sun filtered through Yuri’s curtains, casting soft patterns across the bed where she and Akari lay tangled in each other’s arms. The warmth of Akari’s body pressed against hers felt like an anchor, grounding Yuri in a moment she never wanted to end. Their robes from the night before lay discarded on the floor, replaced by the comfort of an oversized blanket. Yuri’s fingers traced absent patterns on Akari’s arm, her heart still buzzing from the confessions they’d shared under the moonlight.Akari stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet Yuri’s. A sleepy smile curved her lips. “Morning, Chan,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. “You’re staring again.”Yuri blushed but didn’t look away. “Can’t help it,” she admitted, her voice soft. “You’re here, it’s real.”Akari’s smile widened, and she leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Yuri’s forehead. “Very real,” she said, her tone teasing but warm. “Now, about those pancakes I promised.”Yuri laughed, the sound easing the nerv

Lesbian steamy session.if you are triggered by such. you can skip.Chapter 1 - Steamy ReflectionsYuri always loved bathing at night. As she sank into the hot, fragrant water, the day's tensions melted away. She could hear Akari's soft humming from the other room, a soothing lullaby that made Yuri smile.Suddenly, the bathroom door slid open. Akari stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a thin, damp towel that barely covered her pert breasts and shapely hips. "Mind if I join you, chan?" she asked biting her lip.Yuri blushed, heat rising in her cheeks. "N-no, of course not..." She watched mesmerized as Akari slowly peeled off the towel and stepped into the steaming tub, rivulets of water cascaded down her sleek, toned body.Akari settled down beside Yuri, their legs brushing. "Mmm, this is nice," she purred leaning back. "We should do this more often.""Mhm," Yuri agreed breathlessly, gaze roaming over Akari's slick skin. Her heart pounded as Akari turned to face her, mere inches

Lena bit her lip and nodded, trying to comply even as her hips twitched with the urge to press the toy against her throbbing clit. It was pure torture, being so close to relief but unable to get it.After what felt like an eternity, Jacques finally dragged the toy through her slick folds, making Lena gasp. "That's my good girl," he praised. "You're doing so well. Such restraint..."He circled her entrance with the buzzing toy, dipping just the tip inside before pulling away. Lena mewled with frustration, her thighs quivering. She needed him so badly, needed to be filled and stretched and fucked.As if reading her mind, Jacques pressed the toy against her tight rear entrance instead. Lena's eyes flew wide open at the new sensation, a shock of pleasure-pain zinging through her. She'd never been touched there before."Sshhh, relax," Jacques soothed, rubbing her lower back with his free hand. "Breathe into it. This is another part of your body that can give and receive pleasure..."He app

Lena moaned softly as Jacques continued to stroke and tease her most sensitive areas through the thin fabric of her dress. His fingers were so skillful, knowing just how to press and circle to make her gasp and shudder with need.She felt the car moving as he began to drive, taking them to some secluded location where he could give her a more thorough education in etiquette and manners. The thought made Lena's heart race with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. She trusted Jacques completely, but she'd never done anything like this before.As if sensing her thoughts, Jacques reached back to stroke her hair soothingly. "Don't worry, my dear," he murmured. "I'll be very gentle with you. I want to savor every moment of your education."Lena shivered at his words, pressing her thighs together to try to relieve the ache building between them. She was so empty, so desperate to be filled by his thick cock. But she knew she had to be patient and let him take the lead.After what felt lik

As Lena prepared to attend the meeting, she carefully selected a plain white dress from her wardrobe. The simple yet elegant garment fell to her knees, cinched at the waist with a thin satin sash. She slipped into a pair of nude flats and styled her long hair in an elegant updo, making sure every lock was in place.Before leaving her room, Lena took one final look in the mirror. The woman staring back at her looked every bit the part of a sophisticated businesswoman - poised, polished, and ready to take on the world. She smiled to herself, pleased with her appearance.Lena made her way down to the garage, where her chauffeur, Jacques, awaited her by the car. He gave her a polite nod as she approached, his eyes briefly flickering over her form before returning to meet her gaze. "Good morning, Miss Lena," he said smoothly. "I trust you slept well.""Good morning, Jacques," Lena replied, returning his nod. "Yes, thank you. And yourself?""I am quite well, thank you," he responded. He ope

The night air was crisp as Lily sat in the backseat of her chauffeured Rolls Royce. The exclusive ball she had just attended left her tingling with excitement, and the late night drive home was an ideal opportunity to unwind. Sipping champagne, she watched the city lights blur past through the tinted window. Her eyes flicked up to meet the driver's in the rearview mirror, and a coy smile played on her glossy red lips. "Quite the exhilarating event tonight, wasn't it?" she mused, letting her voice carry a suggestive lilt. "I've been feeling so pent up..." The chauffeur maintained his stoic composure, but she noticed a slight flush rise to his neck. She smirked into her drink. Perhaps it was time for a little diversion. "These gala balls can be so dull," she continued breezily. "Everyone's so stuffy, all buttoned up. Wouldn't it be thrilling to break the rules just once? Imagine what could happen if we let loose a bit..." Her eyes held his in the mirror as she emphasized the last w

Kyle POVJessica stormed off, throwing the empty container on I and Marco's direction as we flinched from her anger. I turned back to see water dripping down Ethan’s head like he just got baptized in front of the whole damn crowd. Marco and I couldn’t hold it in, we were doubled over, laughing so hard my ribs hurt.“Man, you are so done,” I choked out between laughs. “She’s gonna hate your guts forever.”Ethan just stood there wiping water out of his eyes, calm like always, which made it even funnier. Most guys would be embarrassed, but Ethan? He looked like he didn’t give a single fuck about it.I leaned toward Marco, dropping my voice so Ethan wouldn’t hear. “He doesn’t care, you know. Ethan doesn’t give a shit about Jessica.”Marco smirked, his eyes still on Ethan. “Yeah, anyone who doesn’t see or notice it is a fool.”“See what?” I asked, though I already knew the answer to that, it was so obvious.“Ryan,” Marco said, dead serious now. “That’s the only person on his radar. Ryan,

Ethan POV“ You tricked me again.” Ryan’s voice hit me an I felt like he was accusing for his failure. I knew if he realized I won, he wasn't going to accept that.I cocked my head slightly, one hand still on my bike's throttle, the other flipping up my visor. Tricked him? A slow smile spread across my lips. He really thought every win of mine was a con.“How?” I asked, my tone light and teasing, but honestly a little confused. I had only taken the line he had left open. I even thought he knew, that wasn’t a trick, it was just racing.But Ryan… Ryan always saw a plot when it came to me.He glared back at me, his chest rising and falling, driplets of sweat trailing down on his cheekbones. His fingers clenched so tight around his helmet I thought it might crack.He looked like he wanted to throw it up at my face. And I couldn’t stop staring at his attractive features, hiss eyes looked like he lacked sleep, his hair was a bit damp, curling at the edges with his lips, parted. He was the

Ryan POVI didn’t sleep that night. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, my fists tight under my blanket. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Ethan’s hand around my wrist again. It was like he had got under my skin and stayed there, I think I don't just want him near me, true. He was evil.By morning, I was already awake before my alarm went off, my phone buzzed with messages from~ Champ: Be on track at 7. Don’t be late or else Ethan wins by arrival.I threw on my jacket and grabbed my helmet. My bike was already waiting outside, thoroughly cleaned from last night, like a soldier ready for war.The ride to the track was short but my head was loud. I kept telling myself it was just a race and just a chance to shut Ethan up. But my stomach twisted like it knew this was bigger than that.When I got to the track, Champ was already there, leaning on his bike, checking his wrist, maybe to check if I'll arrive late.“You look like hell,” he said with a chuckle.I didn't blame him, he was

Ryan POVI was already frustrated today. I had been at it for hours, tuning, testing and tuning my bike again.My bike sat on its stand, pretty and well cleaned. That was my pride unfortunately, one asshole looked down on it. I had tightened the bolts until my knuckles ached, I had even wiped grease off the same spot twice, and revved the engine so many times the echo of it vibrated through my skull.But no matter how much I worked, I couldn’t shake the one thing eating at me, Ethan’s fucking smirk.That asshole’s face haunted me every second. The way he sat across from Jessica at the café like he was rubbing it in my face, what annoys me was the way she actually laughed at his bullshit jokes, the way he challenged me like it was some goddamn game.My whole body buzzed with rage, like if I stopped moving, I would explode. I muttered to myself, yanking a wrench from the bench. “I’ll crush you, Ethan. I swear to God, I’ll fucking crush you.”The wrench slipped, clanking against the flo

Ryan POVEthan. He really knew how to press my buttons. He is so sly, always looking for ways to get to my nerves.This wasn’t the first time he was struggling something with me. He had always done that since high school. He had confessed to our cheerleader in high school after knowing my crush on her. He had confessed to my crush at an all-girls school, after finding out I was pursuing her, and now it’s Jessica.Must he always snatch everything from me? He knew I grew up without having a family, he knew it was always hard for me to fall in love, but why the fuck did he keep wanting to beat me?“Are you visiting the club this evening?” Champ, my best friend asked, taking the seat beside me. “I heard Jessica is showing up there too.” He patted my back teasingly.“Seriously?”“Yeah, she is. But don’t cry your ass out when you get rejected, because I’m sure as hell that Ethan’s gonna be there and he’ll taunt you.” His lips twisted into that smug grin that always meant he was fucking with

Ethan POV The flag dropped as the referee blew the whistle. In an instant, both our bikes shot forward as our engines screamed, tyres biting into the track. The crowd roared and cheered but all I heard was the thunder in my chest and Ryan’s bike right beside mine. He leaned forward, cutting close on the first bend. Typical Ryan, he was always reckless and desperate to get ahead. I smirked under my helmet, taking the corner tighter, slipping right back beside him. “You’re not shaking me off that easily,” I muttered to him, almost to myself. The track blurred by, the wind tearing at my track suit. Every time I inched ahead, Ryan pushed harder, his bike growling just over my shoulder. Ryan made it seem like it wasn't just a race, he made it seem like a war and I of course don't plan to lose because I can't let him get Jessica. Not when I don't want him close to any girl. Halfway through, he shot me a glance, his visor glinting in the sun. Even through the helmet, I felt his damn sm