Se connecter"You're tight," his deep voice murmured in my ear as I felt his wet tongue on my neck. My legs quivered, the walls of my pussy clenching together. "Brace yourself, don't expect me to go easy. I will fuck you hard even if you're a virgin," he nibbled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I bring you pain as well as pleasure," he warned before ramming into me. Rated 18+. Warning: This book contains explicit and mature content with no filters. All Shades of Passion is a collection of short stories cutting through all spheres of life, depicting our individual struggles to find ourselves. Who we are and what we want. Each story has a unique plot, individual struggle, and a meaningful closure. From a young virgin who is desperate for sex, to a girl who hopes for a Cinderella story but falls for the baddest boy in town. There's sizzling boy romance, lesbian forbidden love, and a female coach who is in love with her student. It is packed full of BDSM, forbidden love, harems, orgies, boy love (MM), girl fantasy (GG), and age gap romance. No judgment or prejudice. It's raw, it's real and it's dark. Five stories illustrating how attraction can ignite a flame of passion in all humans both great and small. Passion is pleasure, even though it may come in different colors.
Voir plusChapter 1: Spying From the Shadows
Maya POV. "Oh my goodness..." I whispered, bringing my hand to my lips. My body was flattened against the wooden door, and I pressed my ear closer, listening to the sounds coming from Mr. Jonah's home office. "Clap, clap, clap." I heard the rhythm go faster. I stilled myself, my breath growing shallow as I listened to the noise filtering out from his office. Realization dawned on me as to what was going on. Wide eye, my fingers found the door handle and I gently turned. To my surprise, it was open. I pushed it slowly, with my heart in my mouth, and a small crack appeared, allowing me to see inside the office. My eyes widened more at what I saw. Mr. Jonah, who is Monalisa's father, my one and only friend, was totally naked and had the housekeeper, Ms. Larisa, bent over his desk as he pounded her from behind. I closed my eyes instantly and wanted to turn around and leave, but then I heard it. The soft moans from her mouth. It sounded so frail and full of pleasure, "Fuck me harder Jonah, tienes un pene grande," she ended in her native tongue. I understood a little Spanish and knew that her words translated to: 'you have a big penis'. The sex must be so damn good that she was lost, switching between languages. Feeling intrigued and unable to peel my eyes away, I stood rooted to the floor, deciding to watch the show. Mr. Jonah was stark naked behind her, the tanned muscles of his chest rippling as he drove into her. I could see a splattering of curly black hair that spread across the expanse of his chest and tapered down his abdomen, lower... My gaze dropped. Even lower... A small voice whispered in my head. I struggled with myself, trying to stick to what little morality I had left. But in the end, my curiosity won and I looked down. My eyes followed the trail of hair down to his torso, and I saw a gathering of thick hair at his groin. At that moment, he pulled back from Ms. Larisa and I saw a huge dick, about eight inches long, all wet and glistening with her pussy juice. He fisted it in his hand, his fingers circling the engorged head. It was pink, it was long and it was hard. "Oh," I gasped, clasping my hand over my mouth. Instinctively, my vagina clenched and I felt a sensation knot in my tummy. "Put it back in, I want more," Ms. Larisa cooed and I could hear the desperate plea in her voice. "Turn over," his deep voice commanded and I saw her scrambling to obey. Climbing onto the table, she flipped over, parting her legs for him. She was wearing only a blouse, her naked white thighs were bare and spread wide. Her long skirt was discarded on the floor, close to the door as though she had been in a hurry to take it off. "Come, Jonah, take me to heaven," her high-pitched voice called to him. I saw him step closer, guiding his huge cock into her, he slid back in. "Mi madre me bendiga," she moaned out and wrapped her legs around him. Mi madre me bendiga = My mother bless me. I felt a thrill crawl up my spine, it must feel so good. He started to move, his cock dipping in and out of her. His hand reached down and fisted her glossy black hair, wrapping it around his arm as he fucked her. Over here, I was glued to the door, watching every action and every reaction. Heat pooled between my legs and my heart beat with every thrust he made. I felt my skin prickle just watching him move, sweat beaded on his skin, making it shimmer and glow. I saw Ms. Larissa reach up to rake her fingers across his chest. "Do that again," he groaned, panting hard. She quickly obeyed and raked her fingers for the second time, he chose that moment to ram hard into her, his pace quickening. Her legs fell from his hips and I saw it tremble with each powerful stroke he delivered. My toes curled and I twisted my legs together, the pressure on my bladder growing intense. I needed to pee really badly. That was why I had stumbled upon this crazy scene in the first place. I turned around to leave before I did my business on this tiled floor. But a shrill scream stopped me dead in my tracks... "I am cuming," Ms. Larisa cried out. This was the climax of it all, I couldn't miss it for the world. So I turned around for the grand ending. But instead of Mr. Jonah pumping into her and riding her to orgasm. I saw him pull out and insert his two middle fingers into her. "Cum for me, baby," he murmured, fucking her cunt with his fingers. Ms. Larisa's head fell backwards and she shouted out a string of incoherent words. Her body shook violently and I saw fluid burst out from her and splash Mr. Jonah on his face. At the same moment, I felt a liquid trickling down my legs, soaking my pants. My eyes dropped to the wet floor and my jaw slackened. Fuck, I had just peed myself.Bailey POVBy the time I parked outside the lounge, there was no turning back.The building looked nothing like the cheap club I had imagined. Soft lighting spilled from the entrance, and the place had an expensive, quiet feel that made my nerves twist tighter.I walked in, gave Lola’s name at the desk, and was pointed down a hallway toward a dressing room.No fuss.No questions.Just business.Inside the room, Lola’s bag sat waiting on the table. I unzipped it and stared at what she’d packed.Tiny black straps. A platinum wig. An eye mask.I let out a short breath.“Lord help me.”Getting dressed didn’t take long, but it felt strange, like putting on someone else’s life. The outfit barely covered anything, hugging tight in places I wasn’t used to showing.When I finally looked up at the mirror, I stopped.Not for long.Just enough.Phillip’s voice echoed in my head.Tiny breasts.Flat ass.Too masculine.My gaze moved slowly over my reflection.He was wrong.Completely wrong.My body
Bailey POVI pulled into my apartment complex a few minutes later and grabbed my keys, jogging up the stairs two at a time.Get in. Grab the stopwatch. Get out.And in the process, try not to jump in bed with Philip.He'd complained earlier about me being so busy with work. So I figured I would surprise him with a movie date tonight, after my class.A small smile tugged at my lips as I reached the door.We hadn’t seen each other in weeks before he flew in. Vegas to Indiana was a long stretch, but we made it work. We never let the distance break us.I unlocked the door and stepped inside.“Phil?” I called.No answer.That was strange.Usually, he answered right away, even if he was half asleep.I shut the door behind me and slipped off my shoes, setting my keys on the table.“Phillip?” I called again, a little louder this time.Still nothing.Then. A sound.Soft. Faint.I froze mid-step.At first, I thought it was the television.Or music.But then it came again.Low.Breathy.A woman’
Chapter 1: The GigBailey POV“On your mark…”The stadium roared around me, loud enough to shake the air, but inside my lane, everything felt strangely quiet.I crouched low, fingers pressed against the track, spikes digging into the red surface beneath my feet. My muscles tightened, every part of my body coiled and ready. The smell of heated rubber and dust filled my lungs as I took a slow, steady breath.This was it.National School Championship finals.One race left.One chance to make history.“Get set…”My hips lifted slightly, weight shifting forward. I fixed my eyes on the white finish line stretched far ahead of me, bright against the track.If I crossed that line first, the gold would be mine.Again.Third time in a row.“Ready…”My heart pounded hard against my ribs, but my breathing stayed steady. Controlled. Focused. Years of training had taught me how to shut everything else out—the noise, the pressure, the fear.There was only the race.Only the finish line.Only the mo
Sheila's POV.She was still catching her breath when I sat up.I reached for the strap-on and she watched me without a word.I removed the strap-on from her and fastened it on me. Fixing it exactly as I saw her do.Then I was parting her legs and sliding my newly attached dick into her pussy."God, Sheila," she moaned as I slid in. "You're such a fast learner."I smiled down at her, "I pay attention."She was about to say something more when I thrust into her and the words died on her parted lips.I started slow, the same way she had with me. Watching her face. Learning what made her react. She was already sensitive from earlier and it didn't take long before her hips were rising to meet mine. I picked up the pace and she grabbed the sheets. I fucked her, just as she fucked me. Moving my hips in and out, and feeding her every inch of this cock.She gasped, taking it, her hips rising to recieve it.My fingers found her clit and I rubbed it while I kept moving and that's when she reall
Sheila's POVI sat at my desk staring at the computer screen, but the code blurred in front of my eyes.I couldn't focus.Every time I tried to concentrate on work, my mind wandered back to this morning. To Zuki's mouth between my legs. To the feeling of our bodies grinding together. To the way she
Sheila's POVBobby wasn't alone.I came downstairs to find three guys in my living room. Bobby stood by the door in dark jeans and a button-down that actually fit him well. Beside him were two others I vaguely recognized from campus."Sheila, hey," Bobby said, his eyes doing that thing again where
Sheila's POVZuki stared at me like I'd just revealed I'd never seen the ocean."Let me get this straight," she said. "Greg is out there being Las Vegas's most notorious playboy, and you're sitting here as Las Vegas's last virgin?""It's not a competition," I muttered."Clearly," she said. "Because
Sheila's POVSunday morning came lazy and warm.I was sprawled on the living room couch in shorts and an old t-shirt, half-watching some cooking show on TV. No work. No plans. Just me and mindless television.After last night, after everything Zuki had said and offered, I needed the mental break.I
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