Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

— my stubborn girl finally gave in and let her desire take over. The last brakes came off, and we plunged into madness. What a delightful girl! I’m inside her, yet she’s not enough! I want her more, harder, deeper — until her voice breaks, until we’re both shaking uncontrollably. Her little claws in my hair yank me closer, and I turn savage from that passion and all the wild surrender she’s giving me. And when the girl cried out from the orgasm that overtook her, I spread her out on the table completely, going even crazier from her moan. My mind blew right off, and it felt so insanely good that I completely forgot myself, not even thinking of pulling out as I finished — which my tigress real

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.

“What did you say to him? He’s notoriously one of the biggest cheapskates in Italy.” Now I’m the one surprised. I shrug. “He seemed really generous to me.” Dante pulls me in and kisses me. He parts my lips with his tongue and I soften, letting him in. His hands roam my body, squeezing me, claiming me. I want him inside me. “I’ll die if I don’t have you, Jacqueline.” My heart skips a beat. When he releases me, I catch something in the corner of my eye. I pick up the wad of cash again and notice a post-it note stuck to one of the bills.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

My dick throbbed reading the details, pre-cum soaking my boxers as I pictured Damien in those moments, muscles flexing, grunting, lost in pure lust. “Jesus Christ,” I whispered, scrolling faster. Deeper entries talked about pain too. Losses. A guy he loved who left him wrecked. Vulnerabilities mixed in with the dirty confessions. It felt too real, too exposed. The floor creaked. I slammed the laptop shut but it was too late. Damien stood right there, glass in hand, face shifting from surprise to anger in a heartbeat. “What the fuck, Alex?” he snapped, voice low and sharp as he set the whiskey down hard. “You digging through my shit? That file is locked for a reason.”

Even though I'm a horny girl I still get standards, and trust me they are pretty high. I'm in my current predicament because my business partners thought it would be nice to have our once in every month meeting this time at 'Passion' which they clearly know would be impossible and 'difficult' Passion is what anyone will call rich, expensive and everyone's fantasy. Not only was it built for the rich but even amongst the rich, not every rich person can enter. And luckily all my business partners have access to Passion so they thought it would be the best place this time. But here we are all horny and wanting to be anywhere else but in that hall, we choose to have our meeting.

Esther used simple words to chronicle her youthful infatuation one after another. During a time unknown to Bradley, there was a girl who had been doing everything she could to get closer to him. The delight, bitterness, sweetness, and helplessness of an unrequited crush—like a one-person play, Esther had documented all her feelings in this diary during those days of unreciprocated love.

I muttered under my breath as I flipped through more pages. "Sometimes I wonder if this is what forbidden love actually feels like—not romantic or sweet, but desperate and painful and impossible to ignore. Like trying to hold your breath underwater. Eventually, you have to catch a breath or drown. I think Dimitri and I are drowning." We were drowning, but that'd change soon. The door to my office suddenly burst open without warning, and Vale stormed in, eyes immediately landing on the diary in my hands. His expression shifted from surprised to angry in seconds.

But we couldn’t be certain, it was before his 18th birthday, we couldn’t deny the older male feeling the mate connection first. Looking back now, all we needed to do was be patient. I can see that now. The actions of a young girl unable to decide what was for the best, a 16 year old girl feeling torn. Torn between 2 loves. “I don’t want to discuss this again. I’m annoyed you kept the diary, annoyed you kept the photograph. But you were young, and clearly not of sane mind.” He tosses the last few pages of the diary into the fire, watching them turn to ash.

"Dear Diary, what do you offer a man who seemingly possesses everything this world could offer? Wealth, power, allure, respect – every material possession imaginable. Finding a birthday or wedding gift for someone like him feels like an impossible task, but then a spark of inspiration struck me. I'll share with you a secret, something known to no one else on this vast earth. It's just between you and me... here it goes." I turned to the last written page, and the remaining pages were blank. As I read the final entry, everything changed. "I love Vincenzo Capone and intend to give him my confession as our wedding gift on our wedding night. He can acquire anything in this world, but my love for