Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

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

Between her slim legs, there it was! A nearly, shaved p*ssy lay there. As she stepped further, my eyes could detect the slightest movement of her p*ssy lips. “Y–You…? Diana…” I recited her name, overwhelmed, rushed and grabbed her into my embrace. Instantly, I locked lips with hers, allowed my desires to wash through me as I nibbled her soft lips. Her huge, round globes pressing against me chest, I could feel her n*ppl*s hardening on me. Meanwhile, my hands worked on her soft butt–squeezing and spreading them passionately. ******

A Note from Ivy Walters To everyone who picked up "All Shades of Passion" and stayed until the very last page of the last book — thank you 🙏💞😍. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your imagination, and your emotions. You followed Maya into danger and desire, walked with Monalisa through a world she never imagined, cheered for Steven as he finally chose himself, held your breath alongside Sheila as she wrestled with feelings she couldn't name, and rooted for Bailey and Mark even when the odds were stacked against them.

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.

“Aaaaahh.... Nathan..... Oh my God..... “ I wail and become so conflicted. I want to hold something to contain the pleasure but I don't know what to hold on to. “Aaahhhhh......“. I cross my eyes as I orgasm as hard as ever arching my back against the bed shivering and groaning. All I can see is the mixture of red and black. I feel like I am going to pass out soon. He doesn't stop pounding me sustaining the pleasure and I can't Help but weep. It's just too much to take in. “Nathan...... Aaaahh......“ I groan. He groans and pulls away, spinning me around furiously. “ Aaaahh.....“ I wail as he plunges into me from behind gripping my waist. Oh my god. This event is going down in my diary. FUCK!

I'm thankful that I don't have any close family members, that I still have a lot of money, and that I can buy love when I need it, which isn't often given the circumstances. What precisely persuades individuals to keep diaries? because egotism is inherent. Self-interest is the most fascinating thing there is. Regardless of how long you expound on your sentiments, diaries can't make you wheeze! Something thoughtful is a clear, white page that is hanging tight for one's impressions!

Starved Passion::: The next day, Davin couldn't concentrate at work, he had gotten a hold of himself after ravishing Ivana that night, often times he tried harder to focus, all he could see was her naked body, legs parted open beckoning him to possess her. Davin let out a loud sigh, he could feel the tightness in his trouser, his hardening cock pressing against his brief, he wanted her now. Picking his car key, he dialed Ivana,

Tears run down my cheeks. “Breed me… Daddy… Please…” Orgasm rips through my body, tearing me apart just to build me back up and break me all over again. I remain collapsed in bed, shuddering. Teeth gritting. Breath escaping my throat as hard gasps. “Please…” I curl up in bed, sobbing. Senses returning after my insanity. Damn the consequences, the only ‘Good Girl’ I want to be right now, is Dominic Mercer’s. Slowly, I crawl to the drawer and pull out my little pink diary, uncork the pen, and start scribbling. Even I am jealous of how the tip of the pen fuck the paper so well, leaving its fluid along each trail.

My mother committed suicide because. I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the letter, I grab my laptop and log in. The contents of what he has saved here causes such a fierce hatred to well up inside me that it takes over my whole being.

Me: Well, the worst-case scenario is that he’d find out that I was only pretending to be a stripper sent to him for a Valentine's Day candygram. Her: A what? Me: Candygram. You know, like from Mean Girls? Her: (Shakes her head) Me: Think of it like an in person card you send someone. Her: So you pretended to be a stripper sent by someone else to him for Valentine’s? Me: Yes. Her: Why? Me: Well, it was a mission from Dante. Her: Who’s Dante? Me: My Italian mobster…boyfriend. Her: Okay … Why would Dante give you this mission? And what was the mission?