Isabella Santos and Emma Rodriguez have been roommates for six months, sharing laughter, secrets, and the unspoken tension of a hidden attraction. But it takes one heart-wrenching betrayal to shake their resolve. When Isabella returns home in tears, her heart shattered by her cheating boyfriend, Emma finds herself facing a choice: to comfort her friend as she always has, or finally reveal the depth of her own feelings. An intense kiss blurs the line of their friendship and something spicy occurs between them.
#Romance #LGBTQ+ #FriendsToLovers #Roommates #EmotionalDrama #Betrayal #UnrequitedLove #ComingOut #FirstKiss #Heartbreak Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Isabella’s cheeks were stained with tears as she closed the door to her dimly lit bedroom. She couldn't stop crying. “The motherfucker doesn't even deserve to be called my boyfriend.” Isabella cried harder, dropping her bag on the floor and slumping onto her bed. Tears continued streaming down her cheeks even though she had repeated to herself not to cry for Andrew Vietnam again. Unexplainable pain tugged at her heart, and she felt enshrouded in it like she was drowning. It had been a night like any other—or so she had thought. Isabella had envisioned dinner with the love of her life, their laughter ringing through his cozy restaurant, and the warmth of his huge hand in her smaller ones. But then, like a sudden storm on a clear summer day, he revealed a truth that shattered her world. “How could he cheat on me…” Isabella whispered to the empty room. The words tasted bitter on her tongue as she had never imagined that her boyfriend of 2 Years could do such a thing. The image of Andrew's soft, firm lips pressed against another woman flashed behind her closed eyelids and she choked back a sob. “I hate him so much. How could he? How could he do that to me?!” Isabella screamed out all of a sudden. The betrayal cut so deeply that it sliced through the illusion of happiness she had clung to so desperately. How could he?! After all the precious memories they had shared, the plans they had made for the future, and the love she had believed was unbreakable. “How could he not want me anymore...” Isabella sobbed, the words choked out between whimpering breaths. Turning around, she buried her head in the sheets, as if trying to hide from the painful truth. A sudden knock on the door interrupted her wails. Isabella wiped hastily at her tears before calling out, “Come in.” As the door creaked open, Emma Rodriguez, her roommate and close friend entered the room with a confused expression on her face. Her tousled hair and worn jeans gave her a casual, effortless charm. At a glance, you could tell she was a lesbian. “Isa, I heard you come in,” Emma said and halted in her steps when she saw Isabella’s stained and swollen eyes. “Are you okay?” She asked softly. Isabella forced a watery smile, though she knew Emma saw through the facade. “I'm fine, Em. Just... a rough night.” Emma crossed the room in quick strides. She sat beside Isabella on the bed and immediately wrapped her in a comforting hug. “You don't look fine. Why have you been crying?” Isabella heard Emma questioned her again, but she ignored it. Instead she melted into her soothing embrace. The dam of her emotions finally broke as she buried her face against Emma's strong shoulders. “He cheated on me, Em. I still can't believe it,” Isabella choked out. Emma teethed angrily as her arms tightened around her. Her embrace offered silent support for Isabella and she let the tears flow freely. At that moment, with Emma's warmth enveloping her, Isabella felt a flicker of something she had long denied— longing…a desire that went beyond friendship. But she pushed the thought away, burying it deep within her heart. Emma was her friend, her confidante, the one person she could always rely on. To risk their friendship for something more was a dangerous precipice she dared not approach. Feeling Isabella's body tense in her arms, Emma swallowed hard and gently pulled away. Her hand lingered on Isabella's back for a moment longer than necessary. As their eyes met under the dim light of the room, Emma tried to conceal how horny she was for merely hugging Isabella. She quickly stood up from the bed to distance herself like she was moving away from something very tempting. This was what they had been doing. Forcing themselves to ignore the sizzling attraction between them. Emma knew that Isabella was doing her a favor by letting her scout with her, and she didn't want to be ungrateful to her by acting on her sexual impulses. Yet, this moment felt different. Isabella's tear-streaked face, her swollen eyes, and her cherry lips looked so vulnerable that they tugged at something deep within Emma's chest. The urge to comfort her, to protect her from pain, ignited the forbidden desires she had kept hidden for so long. “I'm here, Isa,” Emma said, her voice barely revealing any of her sexual frustration. But still, there was charged air between them. “I'll always be here for you.” Isabella's eyes lit up. A flicker of gratitude and something lust flickered in her eyes. Emma noticed that and she groaned inwardly. She forced herself to take another step back. Right now, it seemed Isa was too weak to make a good decision. So she decided to create the necessary distance between them. “I... I'll make you some Chamomile tea,” Emma added, her voice slightly hoarse. “It'll help you relax.” She desperately needed a moment alone before she threw caution in the air and seized Isa’s inviting lips like she wanted to. When Emma was about to leave her room, Isabella suddenly stood up, her voice tender and filled with need. “Please, I want you to stay with me,” Emma's heart skipped a beat at the words and her hand fisted beside her as she fought to maintain composure. Isabella's soft plea echoed in her mind, stirring a burning desire deep within her. Emma almost interpreted that as “I want you to sleep with me,” But she quickly regained her focus and closed the gap between them. “I'll stay with you if that's what you want, Isa, but only tonight,” Emma replied, despite the flutter of anticipation in her chest. Isabella nodded, her heart pounding hard with overwhelming desire. “It’s now or never,” she repeated to herself, and without a moment's hesitation, she moved to sit directly on Emma’s lap.continue reading the first story... I am now completely unbothered by our surroundings, or by the fact that more than 20 people are watching me as I cum. All I could think of was the unbearable pleasure he was giving me. Slowly, he slipped his fingers into my drenched pussy again. “Ahh!” I gasp, arching my back for more. “Do you want me to add another finger?” He whispers throatily. I nod eagerly. “Yes, please,” “Your soft plea arouses me, kitten,” his dark, throaty voice murmurs in my ear, sending a string of desire down my spine. His hand caresses my neck gently before sliding into my hair, gripping it firmly. I whimper softly, leaning into his touch. My body seems to crave his dominance after being lashed by him. My mind is consumed by the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure he provided. He shoves another finger inside my pussy, then he begins to fuck me with his fingers, while his thumb caresses my clit. “Oh, ahh, oh yes, please, more,” I am unable to stop the plea tha
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“Oh my God.” I exhaled a shaky breath, realizing just how risky my behavior had become. But the danger only added to my arousal. My expression morphed into surprise when I saw the boy join Professor Farid. He ruffled the boy’s hair, and they shared a laugh. Then, unexpectedly, the boy turned to glance in the direction of my car again. As our eyes briefly met through the rain-streaked window, a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. It dawned on me that the boy was not just a curious onlooker but likely Professor Farid’s son. And he had caught me stalking his father. “Fuck fuck fuck.” I groaned, biting my lips and quickly starting the car. Yes, sure I wanted him to notice me, but not like this. I breathed heavily, trying to catch my breath as I drove away. My mind buzzed with thoughts of what the boy would tell his dad, and I suddenly felt so unsure of myself. The next morning, when I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I gradually regained my confidence. I'd gotten every
Lila’s obsession with her new professor, Farid Reign took her to dangerous lengths. What began as an innocent crush spiraled into relentless stalking, and an insatiable desire to be dominated by him. But when Farid finally confronted Lila, he mistook her for a paid stalker. Torn between fear and lust, Lila seduced her way into Professor Reign’s bed. #stalking #crush #professorxstudent #kink #forbiddenromance #intense #dangerousdesires #darkromance #college #singlefather Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** I stared in a daze, utterly dumbfounded as I beheld the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my entire life. A hush fell over the class as he walked in, carrying a stack of books and a leather briefcase. An older man, presumably in his mid-thirties stood before us, tall, confident, and imposing, with a muscular build that would make any girl wet at first glance. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his gentle gaze encompassed us
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