LOGIN"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.
View MoreChapter 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.Sheila POV.The security guards dragged my cousin off me before I could even process what had happened.One minute Zuki was sprawled beneath me on the airport floor, grinning like she hadn’t just robbed a seventy-something-year-old grandma in broad daylight; The next, two security officers had her by the arms, lifting her to her feet while she kicked her legs lazily like she was being carried to a spa appointment.“Watch the hair, babes,” she said airily as they hauled her away. “It’s freshly dyed.”I stared after her, rooted to the tile floor, clutching the old lady’s purse like it was a live grenade.This...this pink hurricane was my cousin?I blinked, unable to believe it.In the background, a Christmas Carol played softly, punctuating the moment: jingle bells... jingle bells... jingle all the way.I was dumbstruck, bells ringing in my head.When I finally forced my legs to move, the third security guard waiting, shuffling from foot to foot, took me straight to the security office.
Chapter 1: Airport Terminal.Sheila's POV.I stood in the airport waiting section, flipping through the file for what had to be the tenth time.Name: Zuki Mason.Gender: Female. Age. 26. Race: Caucasian. Dual Citizenship: American-born, naturalized British. Height: 5 ft 7. Physical Characteristics: Green eyes. Pink-blonde hair, pink nail polish, pink lips, pink dress, pink shoes, pink top.And beneath that rainbow of pink?23 police offenses.Pickpocketing. Shoplifting. Drag-queen performances. Stripping. Repeat graffiti vandal. Gender-fluid activist. DUI (driving under the influence). And more parking tickets than a city tow lot.Wow. What a disaster.Is this what Greg dumped on me?My eyes practically jumped out of their sockets.Hi.My name is Sheila. Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Callaghan, only sister to Greg Callaghan, a.k.a. the biggest playboy in Vegas.Wait. Scratch that.Was. Past tense. He was now a changed man.Anyway, My brother eloped with his lover, vanished from town,
Steven POV.The night air hit me as soon as we stepped out of the house. The Thanksgiving dinner was over, and Fabian asked me out for a walk.I kept my hands stuffed in my pockets, trying to appear calm, but my heart was racing.Every step next to Fabian felt both familiar and fragile.He walked beside me, silent, putting one foot ahead of the other, leading the way. Finally, he stopped on the sidewalk, leaning against the lamppost. I turned to him, my chest tightening.“You wanted a walk?” I asked, my voice rough.He nodded, his gaze fixed on the quiet street. “Yeah. I just… needed a moment alone with you.”A moment. I doubted a moment would be enough. I wanted to take all the time I could to fix everything. To undo months of disappointment, fear, and mistakes.Before now, I'd blamed Greg for abandoning everything to go after Monalisa. But now that I was in the same situation, I understood perfectly well why he'd done it.Fabian was gazing at me intensely and I felt my heart sque
Fabian POV.Dallas, Texas.27th November 2025.The smell of roasting turkey hit me the moment I stepped into the living area. Cinnamon, baked apples, pumpkin pie.The house was alive with warmth and familiarity. I paused, letting the scents wash over me. It had been four years since I’d been home for Thanksgiving, four years since I’d spoken to my parents properly. And now, after their unexpected call a few days ago, I was here, standing in my childhood home, trying to reconcile the joy of being back with the ache in my chest.My parents had told me they missed me. They said they didn’t care who I loved, that I was still their son, that nothing about my sexuality changed their love for me. At first, I thought it was a dream. I’d been so conditioned to expect judgment, disappointment, or outright rejection, that hearing acceptance made me dizzy. But it was real. I could feel it in the sincerity of their voices, in the trembling warmth of my mother’s words over the phone.They had f






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