Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

“My filthy toy, your nipples beg for me, not Sophie’s pathetic lies.” He stepped back, pulled her diary from his bag, and his smile turned wicked. “Read your last entry,” he said. He handed her the small notebook. “Rub your pussy while you do.” Eva’s fingers shook as she opened the diary and found her words about their lecture hall sex. “He should fucked me until I loose my memory,” she read. Her voice wobbled, and her fingers slipped between her thighs, brushed her clit, already slick from their sex. “Mmm,” she moaned. Her pussy pulsed, and her eyes stayed on Hayes.

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.

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”

Dear Diary My life has become a dry spell. I don’t know what I want. I am not a moody bitch, neither am I a badass. I was a good girl, so still, I am a good girl. I am tired of playing victim. I know, I know life has led me here, but I don't know one thing, why I could not satisfy this society, not this society, but any society. Maybe I don’t belong to any society. I belong to no one. I am me, a person who has got nothing but space in her. A voice in my mind says so, Saliha, no one is responsible for your actions, no one but you. Do I? Whenever I make myself calm by telling myself so, I feel like a rebel, but can slaves be subversive? They do? Here my thoughts got stuck. I don’t know what it

I didn’t trust myself not to grab her and complete the bond right there. Instead, I ran my hand through my hair, cursing the pull, cursing the moon for her timing. Then I saw it. A small, worn diary sitting on the seat. I flipped it open. Cia’s Diary. Her name. Her dorm address. Her phone number. Her secrets. Fate was a cruel, relentless thing. And I had no intention of letting her go. But am I ready to let go of the pains in the past just to love again?

I've always been a bit of a exhibitionist at heart, and this would be the perfect opportunity to indulge my wild side. So, with a mischievous grin on my face, I hop up from the couch and make my way to my bedroom. I strip off my shirt and panties, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. I stand there for a moment, taking in the feeling of the cool air on my bare skin. My nipples harden instantly, and I can feel a familiar warmth spreading between my legs. I'm already getting turned on just thinking about what I'm about to do. I grab my diary from the nightstand and sit down on the bed, crossing my legs as I flip it open to a blank page. I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the p

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

That should be what we should be talking about, instead of getting into an argument every freaking time. My eyes went to his bedside table. A smile crept up to my face. My boyfriend had a diary. So, a bad boy like Romeo Sparks could get a diary. I took the diary. I knew it was wrong to check other people's diaries but I couldn't help it. Curiosity got the best of me. I opened the diary in the middle. I just wanted to check if he was really using the diary. Wow! Almost all the pages in the diary were covered with ink. A page caught my attention.

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.