Novel & Cerita Diary Of A Passion

The embarrassment from earlier came rushing back, ten times worse than before. Everything I had written in that diary; every single word; was about him. About his dick, his fingers, the tattoo on his chest and neck, his hair, every goddamn thing about him and about the things I imagined doing with him. About how desperately, pathetically, I was in love with him. And he had it. There was no fucking way Dean Billie found a diary and didn't open it. I pressed both hands against my face and let out a breath that shook on the way out.

I admit it. I’m terrible at keeping promises. It’s almost eleven at night when I gather my class materials, because I’m always the last to leave Diana Velares’s classroom. Yes, I want her to notice me. I’ve been chasing that for three years. I know she knows my name. I counted the times she spoke to me. The times she nodded approvingly while handing me back exams with perfect scores.

CHAPTER NINE Eva’s heart thumped, a wild beat pounding in her ears, as she stared at the diary on her bed, its pages open to a jagged note: *I saw you*. Her skin buzzed from Hayes’s touch, his cum warm inside her from their sex against the dorm wall, the memory of his thrusts pulsing in her core. Her blouse was gone, panties torn to bits, skirt bunched at her waist, her bare pussy slick with their juices, catching the flicker of the vanilla candle on her desk.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

Is your wife nothing to you? [That’s not all. I saw this with my own eyes. When the art exhibition caught on fire that day, Joshua Thompson ignored his wife just so that he could save his first love’s painting. That’s why Rain Zimmer nearly died in the fire.] [But here’s the most disgusting thing! When Rain Zimmer finally stopped being such a lovestruck idiot, Joshua Thompson lied to her that he had cancer so that she would return to him. He even paid to have news about this trend so that we’d pity him! Bah! It’s no wonder why your wife divorced you!]

He chuckles low and mocking while steeping closer as the scent of his cologne hits me— musky, masculine and I swear my pussy twitches. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But we both know who's really close here.” Brian stance shifts and I can’t stop staring at the way his pants hug his thighs. Fuck, is that a bulge? No, stop it, Jane. This is ridiculous. I hate this feeling and this betrayal from my own body. “Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snap, grabbing my folder and turning my heel. “We’re done here.” I stormed out while my face was burning and my pulse racing.

He found himself falling more deeper for her as he scrolled through her pictures. As he scrolled further, he discovered videos of her and her fiance. Some of the clips showed them kissing, which tightened the knot of frustration in Martin's stomach. He clenched his fist, his anger bubbling up. Moving on, he perused her chats with her friends, finding them a bit cringe-worthy. They were filled with girly conversations that made him roll his eyes. Then, he stumbled upon her diary app. "Should I or should I not?" he pondered. His curiosity about this woman who had stirred feelings within him that he hadn't experienced in years got the better of him. He couldn't resist the temptation to delve in

Lucas said. Fuck. I ran a hand through my hair and cut off all eye contact with them because the more they stared at me, like predators did with their prey, the hotter my body became. This secret wasn’t just anything … This secret involved these four wolves in front of me. “Come on,” Lucas said impatiently. “It can’t beth at bad.” “Okay, okay,” I started, taking a deep breath and lowering my voice to a mere whisper. “I have a diary with all my sexual fantasies written within the pages.”

Released from suspense, she deeply exhaled and turned around. There he stood naked and hard in front of the closed door, having tricked her. She gasped, her hand fluttering up to her parted lips. His eyes were filled with the old lust she remembered so well, and they seemed lighter than they usually were. He strode swiftly to her and pulled her up by the backs of her thighs as he shoved her against the horrible wallpaper and enveloped her mouth with his own. It was the roughest, most passionate kiss of her life.

he said finally. I leaned in for a slight ceremonial kiss, my lips had caught onto his, it wasn’t ceremonial, it felt diabolical, in front of all of them, I felt his tongue inside my mouth, his hands at the back of my head, I felt my body spark, his lips being the ignition.