Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

Anthony was pleased and he pulled her closer to him as they tasted the sweetness of their lips. With their bodies burning with passion and desire, Anthony's hand began to wander on her body. Anthony lifted her in his arms and carried her like a queen towards their room. The intensity in their body was so powerful that Anthony just torn her clothes savagely. He was so eager to have her, pressing her under his body. Danielle was not distracted by what he did. She pressed herself closer to him, feeling and touching his bare muscular body. She was drooling with his perfect body. She can sensed the hardness of his manhood below him in between her thighs.

After so many years, I was finally getting something about Sierra. "In the start, it really did not look like a missing person case, I was sure about it. We had searched her room and found a secret diary. It had all her secrets. Including how her step mother tortured her and how her father stopped paying attention towards her. I decided to hide the diary. Because I did not know if her father was not involved in all this. I was not even sure if she was alive or not." He replied and Sara and I both exchanged looks. We looked back at him and he pulled that diary out of his drawer. He gave it to us then continued telling us that story.

He dialed Riley’s number one more time and when it went to voicemail again, he sent probably the millionth ‘I love you, I am so sorry’ text message he had sent her. He took another big long pull off of the vodka bottle before he decided to send Erin James a fax. It had all the details of the club he and Riley were working on, with the name Manhattan Passion written across the top. He figured if his relationship with Riley was really over the name of what they had started together should at least reflect a little on what they had. He decided he would send her one last message before he left her alone.

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 knew who his fated life partner was, and he loved her, but he couldn’t have her, because she was bonded to another already. Lolita found her mind wandering, and she didn’t like the feelings she had. She couldn’t place what was happening, but she was happy enough to say goodbye to her daughter’s suitors. Dionysius disappeared to who knew where, probably her room, and Franco disappeared to his office again to work. Lolita decided she’d settle in her night garden and hope some fresh air would make her feel better.

“I won’t be anyone’s possession.” Lorenzo stepped closer, his breath warm against the back of her neck. The air between them felt charged, thick with unspoken words, unacknowledged feelings. “You already are,” he murmured, his voice low, almost coaxing. “You just haven’t accepted it yet.” Isabella’s heart pounded in her chest. Every word he spoke cut through her, each one a reminder of how powerless she felt. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his with a defiance that burned deep inside her.

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

The cool air hit my bare skin and I shivered. Darian’s gaze dropped, dark and deliberate. “Fuck. You really did it.” His voice was rougher now. “Spread your legs. Let me look.” I parted my thighs, heart slamming against my ribs. He stepped between them, not touching yet, just looking until I felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with being naked from the waist down. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Exactly like you described yourself in here.” He tapped the diary once. “Wet already. Aching. Scared you’ll be too loud and someone will hear.”

I cut her off before she can say the word complete. She takes a huge, heavy breath. "Yeah, he's totally pissed about it because it was just one night of passion. But he already said he can't abandon his own baby." ‘One night of passion.’ The words plunge a rusty knife into my heart and twist it. "One night of passion?" I choke. "Yes. I didn't even see it coming. He just... dragged me into his bed like he'd been missing me so badly. And honestly, I missed him too. I couldn't just resist him, Diana."

I felt the need to transcribe my adventures and feelings on paper. I never thought of becoming famous for my writings in the future. This never went beyond a personal desire and urgency. And now, with this unexpected "gift" from Mellanie, it was like a piece falling into place, there was no reason not to write anymore, to quench my passion. A passion that complemented other passions. So, without further ado, let's go. "Dear profligate diary, Irony is part of me, I hope you understand. I don't even know where to start or what subject I consider relevant to register you, but the passion for writing is something that has been with me for a while and I now see in this diary the opportunity to re