TayeSteele

"We're standing uncomfortably close and he makes no sign that he intends on moving from the position in which he has me pinned against the door, unable to flee. His eyes run down my face, my neck, over my cleavage, and he makes a sound of appreciation from his throat.  He dips down to kiss me and I open to him on contact. Bringing his hands up to either side of my jaw he cradles my face, giving me a far sweeter kiss than last time. Unhurried, less desperate, but somehow it holds more intensity than last time. When he moves to deepen the kiss I give no objection, tilting my head, and lifting my arms to throw them around his neck."

There's nothing quite like the freedom of college. For many young adults, it's their first experience with life on their own, but for Vale Clarke, it's about more than that. It's her one and only chance to carve a new path for herself away from her dysfunctional family. When she loses her scholarship she's faced with two options: come up with the dough, or kiss her future goodbye.

Inspiration strikes her when she meets Kaden West. A hot rock prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a sense of entitlement to match. How far is Vale willing to go to lock down the future she wants?

TW: Depictions of drug and alcohol use/absue, mentions of past trauma. May contain scenes of dubious consent.

Sex Sells

I clip my garter to my diamond net thigh highs before pulling my red velvet pencil skirt down my thighs, relishing the feel of the fabric as it rubs against my freshly shaved legs. Digging through my closet, I pull out an old pair of docs that I haven't worn in ages, smiling as I remember how well worn they became throughout my high school years. I think today is the perfect day to bring them back.

I'm listening to Nirvana's Nevermind as I put the finishing touches on my hair in my room. I'm embracing the natural beauty of my curls today, so all they really need is a little product. I rub the curl cream between my fingers before teasing it into my touseled locks. Once I'm done, I skip across the room, catching sight of myself in the mirror gives me a thrill, but a different kind of thrill than when I used to get dressed up to sling molly at parties.

Castle