Se connecter✴️✴️She was on the altar and Adrian was over her and he wasn't wearing that collar.His shirt was open at the throat and his hair was a mess and he was looking at her like he'd been holding it back for too long and had finally just stopped."You talk too much," he murmured, dragging his mouth along her jaw. "Even in confession."His hand pushed her dress up her thigh and she stopped breathing. His palm was wide and hot and he took his time moving it up, not rushing, like he had all night, and her fingers found the front of his shirt and gripped it before her brain caught up with what her hands were doing."Tell me what you want," he said, his thumb stopping right at the inside of her thigh, not moving, just sitting there. "Say it out loud.""Adrian." Her own voice embarrassed her. "Please."He moved his hand and the sound she made wasn't quiet. Her back came off the stone and her whole body pulled tight as he worked his fingers into her slowly and she held onto him and said his nam
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults.✴️✴️The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back.Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.Her mother's lips moved. Always moving, always praying. The rosary clicked between her fingers in that rhythm Sienna had been listening to her whole life.She stared at the floor instead and counted the seconds.Then the new priest walked in.She heard him before she saw him. His footsteps were slow and heavy in a way Father Miller's never were. Father Miller shuffled. This man walked like he owned the floor under him.When she
Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+---Priya Walsh was dreaming again.She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake.Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.Brooklyn's mouth was on her throat and Priya had her back pressed against the wall of that hotel room in Melbourne and her fingers were gripping Brooklyn's shoulders while moaning out loudly."Priya." Brooklyn's voice against her skin."Don't stop." Priya pulled her closer. "Brooklyn please don't—""Ms. Walsh!"A voice called her, not from her dream but from reality.Priya's eyes opened.She was sitting in the corner chair of the Harlow wedding venue with her clipboard in her lap and her reading g
STELLA'S POV I was kissing my sister's ex boyfriend.Let me say that again slowly.Seth Calloway. The same man who dated my sister Mara for two years. The same man who called me on a Tuesday and put fifty thousand dollars on the table and asked me to spend a weekend pretending to be his girlfriend.That man's lips were on mine right now.Make it make sense.His mouth moved against mine and my hands were in his collar.I had completely forgotten that there was an arrangement, a job, a number with five zeros attached to it. All of that was somewhere far away.He pulled back and looked at me.I looked back at him breathing harder than I wanted to be.He had that look on his face, the same look his mother had at dinner when she confirmed something to herself. Unbothered. Like he had already decided how this was going to go."Seth—" I trailed off.He kissed me again before I could complete my statement.His hands moved from my jaw to my waist, pulling me closer, and I let him because ap
Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat.---STELLA'S POVFifty thousand dollars.That was what Seth Calloway brought to the table and the moment he said it, every sensible thought I had lined up in my head walked quietly out of my head.His mother was sick and she wanted him to get a girlfriend before she moved on to the other world.He needed someone beside him to get his mom off his back. And that person was me.Don't be confused, I'm his ex-girlfriend's sister and he called me on a Tuesday evening, and offered me fifty thousand dollars to be his fake girlfriend. And I had willingly accepted his offer without thinking twice about it.Now here I was, sitting in the passenger seat of his car memorizing a story that was not true.You are doing this for the money Stella. That is the only reason you are doing this. The fact he remembered you and something in your chest
ZINNIA'S POV “I guess Ryder doesn't use these words on you.”He smiled, his eyes moving to my exposed lap.“And what if he doesn't?” I asked, expecting him to say something else but his response shocked me.“Don't tell me he haven't fucked you yet. And even if he had, how do you beg him for more? Is it Fuck that pussy or hit that spot babe?” He laughed, it was clear he knew what the answer was and he was clearly making a mockery of me. I wasn't having it, I frowned and put on a serious look.“Kelly! I don't want you talking about my marriage life, leave it out of everything you have to say. Besides, it is not the right thing to do.”“Fine, just don't turn off on me.” He pressed his palm together more like a please.“You came with your luggage, how long do you plan on staying?” I asked.“This is my brother's house Zinnia, I can stay as long as I want, besides I know you want me here.” He smiled.“What a joke.” I scoffedHe flashes me a quick grin but I roll my eyes at him.I proceeded
RATED 18+ Back off if you are of a weak heart. Lesbian/ BDSM Be warned!! CHAPTER ONEGod, this sticky summer heat had me twisted up in my sheets for hours, sweat slicking every inch of my skin even with the AC humming on full blast.And the worst part was knowing she was somewhere in this hou
CHAPTER SIXONE MONTH LATER The last tutoring session was supposed to be simple.Daphne’s exams were over. College acceptance letters had arrived. Her parents threw a small dinner to celebrate. They invited Elise as a thank-you for all the hard work. The dining table was set with candles and good
CHAPTER FOUR Daphne’s phone buzzed on the nightstand and pulled her from the haze of sleep. She reached for it blindly and squinted at the screen. A text from her mother read: *We’re heading out for the weekend trip now. Be good, study hard, and tell Elise we said hi when she comes over. Love you
CHAPTER TWO Two days passed in a haze of stolen glances and barely contained anticipation.Elise arrived for the next scheduled session on Wednesday evening with her usual leather satchel slung over her shoulder and her composure locked tightly in place. Inside, her blood hummed. She had replayed







