Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

And he held my buttocks to him, ensuring that I would feel every inch of his iron need. Gently, he laid me down, and then laid by my side, kissing my neck and exploring my body, not allowing me a second to think. I craved his touch, wantonly, intentionally, desperately, and wondered how far I would go to have it. He removed my dress and I stripped him bare, drinking in his sinews. I etched him into my mind, thinking a memory to sustain me on cold nights alone, and then the room exploded. We were kissing fiercely, ferociously, and I was breathless, with our hands feeling, squeezing, kneading, and we knocked over furniture, fighting to get closer, to inflame the passion which had brought two a

I pulled out my diary and set it on the table, running my thumb over the cover for a moment before opening it on a clean page. I picked up my pen and smiled joyously even though I could still feel my insides twitching. I began writing. ‘Caspian and I in the locker room, the way the water droplets trickled down his handsome athletic body. I swear I would eat up if I get the chance again, the way he had thrust in me, I want it again. All of it… all three of them, all at once just like that night. I want them to have their way with me in every lewd way they could think of.’

Edmund opened his diary, a padded red-cover book with his name written on it and wrote; "Dear diary, I have no idea what this feeling is but I do hope it's not love. It feels stupid to be so vulnerable because of a single human. It feels horrible to start being affectionate towards a mere mortal. Whenever I see someone so much as look at her, whether man or woman, I want to kill them. It's crazy what she does to me! If this is love, then, I just want somebody to shoot me in the head and end it all."

It was as if his passion had completely died out for the wife he once adored and loved so much. Daniel had absolutely no desire for Helen, but he let his wife play with his already fully tense perfect. While Helen was still busy with her hot activities, her bottom was getting wet and twitching begging to be satisfied. But Daniel seemed passive, as if not interested in him. Because of the lust that was already blazing now Helen was actually toying with her own with one hand, while her mouth was still busy giving pleasure to Daniel's perfectly tense missile, making Helen's body even hotter because it was burned by the passion that flaming.

RAFAEL POV If there's anything I never knew, it's that passion was such a huge deal. And sexual passion? That's a whole different kind of war. It doesn't knock politely. It crashes in, uninvited setting every inch of you on fire until you can't tell the difference between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, sanity and obsession. I certainly didn't remember walking her to the bed. I just remember the heat. The taste of her still lingering on my tongue. The fire curling deep in my gut, setting my veins ablaze like gasoline had been poured into every inch of me, and she was the fucking match.

Cassian flipped through the pages and my hands trembled as he started to read out loud. “I like him, I know it’s stupid, since he's out of my league but I can’t help it. When he talks to me, my chest feels warm.” Cassian frowns and looks down at me, “at least you're self aware to an extent.” “Could you…” my voice was cracked and barely audible. “Please give it back now.” He looked back to my diary, “But there's so much more to read,” “I wish I could touch and feel his abs. I saw him undressing today and I felt hot all over.”

Then he grabbed the diary, clutching it to his chest like something precious, and stormed towards the door. I watched him go. And I didn't try to stop him or offer an apology or explanation. The door slammed behind him, and I was alone. I stood there for a moment, feeling like a complete bastard. Then I moved to my desk and opened the bottom drawer. Inside was a stack of loose paper, pages I'd torn from Sebastian's diary before returning it. The ones with the most detailed fantasies. The ones that described his feelings in painfully honest detail. I shouldn't read them again. I knew that.

One of his strong hands had gripped her waist, while the other had tangled in her hair, holding her in place as their passion escalated. "More…" Evelyn whispered in her mind, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions and desire coursing through her. Her eyes had roamed over his ruggedly handsome face, and her fingers had traced the contours of his body—down his strong jaw, across his broad chest, and lower still. "Help me…" she had whispered, her voice thick with need. What had followed after was a night of uncontrollable passion, one that Evelyn could barely believe had happened. Now, as she stood in the aftermath, the weight of reality crashed down on her. She had just given herself to a man sh

This heavy rain is unforgettable for me. He just continues to fucked my ass, and I continue moaning. He holds my neck and he started to moves very fast. Ohh, ahhh, ughhhhh! " This is just what you can hear from me. He kisses my lips, and he continues to move. Ahhhhhh, ughhhhh—these are the words I can hear from him also. "You're so hot; why are you so delicious?" as he said. This is my first time experiencing this lustful feeling."

However, she was caught in the act by Dante, who'd returned early from work. "Annie, what are you doing?" Dante demanded icily. Anna's hand trembled, and the diary fell to the ground. He picked it up and quickly glanced through it. His gaze turned glacial in an instant. "What is this?" he asked in a low voice laced with suppressed anger. Annie stammered, "D-Dante, J-Julia just scribbled this stuff. It's not true…" Dante said nothing and merely stared at her icily, his gaze seemingly piercing through her very soul. He opened the diary again and read each word, his expression growing increasingly grim.