Professor Layton Flora

“Kiss me.” The words tumbled out and Lex stepped back instantly. He turned away from her and Isis felt her pride being butchered. “Isis, I-” His voice travelled through the room. It was laced with uncertainty. His back was still to her. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I-uh. Good bye, Mr. Greyson.” Isis replied as she slid off the desk. She needed to leave, before her embarrassment killed her. Isis grabbed her bag and stalked off towards the door. A grip like iron encased her shoulder and she was spun around to face Mr. Greyson, he pushed her against the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. He pinned her body with his, a hand around her waist bringing her body against his and his other hand cupping her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lips and took satisfaction in her shuddering. He drew her hands up and anchored them above her head, pinning them to the door. His mouth slowly covered hers and moved teasingly. Isis gasped at the skillful movement of his lips against hers. He possessed her fully, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, devoured her and nothing was sweeter for Lex. He fought to control his natural instincts firing to life and focused on giving her this but he was certain he would gain the most pain from it. He knew he would never forget this kiss, never meet its equal. He pulled away from her, their breath labored. He rested his forehead against hers and committed the moment to memory. He leaned off her, let her hands drop to her sides, he handed Isis her bag. "Good bye, Ms. Davenport.” He replied with some pain as he turned the door knob and allowed her to leave.

I spent all my life hating him, being told stories of how perfect he is, but then his team flopped during the playoffs, one got injured, they needed replacement, and I happened to be the only one who could save it "You are good at hockey, everyone says that, so please don't let my dream be crushed" He knelt down, eyes on me, the same one popular jock guy was begging on his feet, he was dancing at my fingers, and I had all the control, but then I do something stupid, and let my hidden desires rule over me "Pretty boy, my dick is down there, not on my face" His eyes widened, and my lips twisted

WARNING- 18+ You have been warned <<>> Everyone has secrets—those little desires we bury deep, the kind that set your heart racing and make your skin tingle. Dirty Little Sins is a collection of steamy short stories of hidden passion and temptations. From forbidden trysts to irresistible strangers; Dirty Little Sins will make you blush, leave you breathless, and remind you that sometimes, sinning feels so, so good. And to every girl who dream of something this forbidden I will hold your hand when I say this… there is no shame desiring because you have been a good girl. ; )

It was not until my death that I realized my husband would not touch me because he was deeply in love with my best friend. The two spent their entire lives longing for each other, but never crossing the line, staying loyal from afar. Even my best friend's professor husband lived his life like a celibate monk. After being reborn, I seized the moment and held the professor's hand. "I like you. Let's be together." His eyes darkened as he replied, "Perfect. I feel the same." We instantly connected. However, this time, it was my husband and best friend who were not happy about it.

In the strict halls of Briarcliff School for boys, 18-year old Hosea finds himself drawn to his charismatic Gym teacher, Ms. Simeon. As their connection deepens, Hosea realizes he’s developed feelings for his teacher that go beyond admiration. But their love is forbidden, and the consequences of discovery could be devastating. Will Hosea and Simeon find a way to be together, or will the weight of tradition and dogma tear them apart?

“I had you first, and I won’t let any man get close to you!” -Dr. Kent Marcus Smith “I am Kent Marcus Smith, AKA Dr. Smith, 34 year old, a handsome cardiologist. Born in America but my heart is purely pinoy. They say I am a good person-that’s what they believe. What they don’t know is that, I have a dark secret. I met this girl, a beautiful young lady, took advantage of her weakness and innocence years ago, and now I'm back , I offered her to be my secretary and planned to completely make her mine”. “Hindi ko ito gusto, pero kinailangan kong gawin. Ipinangako ko sa sariling aayusin ang aking buhay sa kahit na anong paraan, lumaki ako sa magulong pamilya at ngayon, pinili kong tumayo sa sarili kong paa para makatakas sa kanila. Ako si Mikaela Ramirez, ang babaeng ibinenta ang sarili sa hindi ko nakikilalang tao sa edad na 20 at ngayon ito ay “Sugar Daddy” ko pa. Yes, hindi ko sya kilala dahil sa tuwing may mangyayari sa amin ay hindi ko sya nakikita dahil sa sobrang dilim ng kwarto. Isa ito sa mahigpit na Rule ng aking Sugar Daddy- Bawal ang may kahit na ano mang liwanag sa loob ng silid kung saan kami nag-kikita. Oo imoral akong tao, pero ito ang nagbigay pagkakataon sakin para makapag-aral ng Nursing sa Prestihiyosong Paaralan. Hangang sa makatangap ako ng letter mula sa kanya at sinabing-Hindi sya makikipag kita sa akin ng ilang buwan o taon pero siguraduhin ko daw na walang ibang gagalaw sa akin bukod sa kanya dahil tuloy-tuloy pa din ang suporta na ibibigay nya at sa pag balik nya, ihanda ko daw ang aking sarili. Should I be scared? Hmm I’m not, matagal na akong patay, pero kelangan ko lang mabuhay.”

I am a postgraduate archaeology student whose fieldwork combines GIS technology with excavation, and during one project I become entangled in a concealed emotional relationship with two lecturers. Linus is restrained, intellectually rigorous, and emotionally distant, offering a sense of order and safety rooted in academic discipline, while Theo is charismatic, passionate, and ethically unstable, drawing me into intensity and risk. What begins as professional admiration develops into intimacy shaped by secrecy, hierarchy, and blurred boundaries. As the excavation exposes layered traces of past lives, I am forced to confront my own desire, ambition, and guilt, and the story ultimately centres not on choosing between two men, but on learning how to live with complexity and accept the consequences of crossing lines.

Desperate to lose her virginity, Gracie, asks the new transferred boy out, the school nerd; Jason Drew. Well that's what she presumed, seeing the thick frame covering those eyes, that never left the books and the hand that never left the pens. He seemed like a perfect guy whom she could easily manipulate. Innocent and dumb. Seeing him so antisocial can mean only one thing right? That he has no experience in the field of sexual activity. Well at least that's what Gracie thought. But little did she know, innocence is far fetched from his dictionary. Nerd and innocent was never his thing. Never! The guy she just asked was a complete dominant and ruthless in bed, that can actually result in getting her on a wheelchair in a single night. "Sure, Gracie!" he said, "Meet you after the school." And the countdown begins...

Wet Confessions Thirty Taboo Tales You’ll Never Forget Some secrets are whispered. Some are moaned. And some are written between trembling thighs. From steamy offices and dimly lit confessionals to forbidden bedrooms and midnight rendezvous, Wet Confessions is a raw, unapologetically sexy collection of 30 taboo short stories that explore the desires we hide behind closed doors. Every story is a sin dressed in silk. Every character is someone you shouldn’t want but do. And every ending leaves you aching for more. These are the fantasies you never say out loud. The confessions you’d only whisper in the dark. And the kind of love you’re not supposed to crave. Read if you dare. Want more when you're done.

I dropped by to help my younger sister revise her thesis, and while I was at it, I joined her research group for dinner. The moment I walked into the private dining room, a few girls blushed and called out to me. “Hey, handsome, are you single? Give us a shot!” My sister’s boyfriend, Eric Pensworth, looked at me with a faint smile. “Man, you look kind of familiar. You remind me of that pretty boy everyone’s been talking about on the forum. “They say you slept with Professor Alva Jackson and stole my direct-entry PhD spot.” I froze. The Alva Jackson he was talking about was the newly hired professor at Adams University, fresh back from overseas. Just as I was about to explain, he cut me off with an innocent look. “Maybe I got the wrong guy. You look way too respectable to be the kind of guy who lives off women. “But Professor Jackson’s nearly fifty. How could you even do it with her?” I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Since when had I become a fifty-year-old woman? Was there another Alva Jackson at Adams University besides me?