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."

She ended up on top of him, their bodies tangled together. They gazed into each other's eyes, their faces inches apart. The diary was forgotten; they lost themselves in a passionate kiss. Their lips moved in sync, their hearts beating as one. They were lost in their own little world, where nothing else mattered but their love for each other. ****************************************

He simply tried to dig the diary out of the flames with his bare hands. He didn’t even have time to think why he was doing this. It was nothing but a diary, after all. In the end, he managed to put out the fire, but there was only half of it left. Not giving a damn about his burnt hands, he flipped open the diary hastily. It just so happened that he got the page that wrote, “Mason will never love me!” He was shaken! Looking up, he glared at her, “You actually burned your diary. Are you just going to throw it all away after loving me for so long?”

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.

Ariana hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and opened the black box. Inside was a notebook with a gray cover. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Dazed, she stood rooted to the ground and felt her eyes sting. She then choked. It was her diary. She had written down her affection and feelings for Spencer when they first got married, as she had no other way to express them. Every word and every line was filled with her hopes for love and her deep attachment to Spencer. Later, she had gradually sealed her heart away, and this diary had been locked and tucked away in the corner. She never imagined Spencer would find it, let alone read it.

Well, I only beat her to it. She told me everything I needed to know about Ronan. His likes, dislikes, his taste in food… Everything that made him Ronan Simpson was recorded in that diary of hers. Elena thought she hid it well enough, but she couldn’t hide anything from me. Nothing under a lock was ever hidden from Darcy Taylor. She led me to the box, and I took the painting, memorizing her love confession, and adding a few teardrops to make it work, and viola!

“Seriously? Why would you bring up my feelings when you’re the problem here? Instead of talking to him, you are here, accusing me. You should trust your partner, Lexi. A relationship won’t work if you’re not trusting each other and all you could do is point a finger and find someone to blame.” She was lost for words. She stared at me, anger was still visible in her eyes, but I can see that she somehow calmed down. For a moment, I thought she got my point but she didn’t. She angrily pulled herself up and threw a small black notebook on the table in front of me. My forehead creased when I got to see some of the pages in the notebook. My lips parted in shock after realizing that it was Pierce’s

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