Passion In Reading 소설 & 이야기

"This is the quality of writing that establishes literary careers." Emma felt a flush of pride and relief. "So the personal inspiration helped rather than hurting the professional work?" "The personal inspiration transformed the professional work. Emma, this scene doesn't just describe passion it makes the reader feel passionate. It doesn't just tell us that Charlotte is vulnerable it makes us feel vulnerable for her." Jake paused, his expression growing more intimate. "And Emma, reading a love scene that you wrote about us... that you wrote about wanting me specifically..." He didn't finish the sentence, but Emma saw the heat in his eyes, the way his professional control was warring with pe

Julia’s POV The marble tile felt cold against my knee. But that was far from the reason for shivers running up my spin. His member stood gloriously before me. I reached out, brushing my unsure fingers against his full length. Excitement bubbled inside me, even though I should be repulsed by him. Tristan bundled my hair around his hand and then lowered my head to meet his member. I opened my mouth taking in as much of it as I could without gagging. Tingling sensation reverberated through my body. and pooled between my legs as I began bobbing my head over his erect member.

My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs closer together as if that would protect my clit from being attacked by lust. Instead, it gets me excited. It’s not just what he’s reading. What’s getting to me is him reading it, with his deep whisky voice and the blue eyes behind the sexy-professor horn-rims, and the way he’s disapproving and disdainful and amused all at once. A girl’s Daddy shouldn’t read her things like that, in that way. It’s just not what fathers do. He’s not playing by the rules, not following the script. It’s freaking me out and it’s turning me on and it’s freaking me out because it’s turning me on.

We let ourselves be carried away, provoking the heaviness of our breathing, discovering my inner fire that transcends more and more to the point of not being extinguished, provoking a fire accompanied by passion and lust intentionally. Love is like a lunatic because it makes you lose yourself in the abyss of lust. Passion consumes you until it satisfies its anxiety. The atmosphere has become as hot as hell. We both emanate lust, sex, and passion, our bodies fused together, like when someone drops a lit cigarette into a box of TNT, to the point that our animal sides are perceptible.

It was as if a dormant flame suddenly ignited within me, fueled by the intensity of his touch and the passion in his eyes. As we engaged in this passionate exchange, I couldn't help but feel a sense of competition, a desire to match his ardor with my own. Our lips moved in a dance of longing and desire, each kiss more fervent than the last. It was a battle of passion, a silent challenge between us to see who could convey their emotions more intensely through the language of touch.

He cupped her face as she felt him brush across her cheek, she could feel her heart glow inside of her as it burnt like a flame as she made a quiet noise of satisfaction when he slid them down touching her trembling lips. Her heart pounded within her, as His hand slid from her cheek to the back of head, his fingers curling through her hair as he pulled her close to him. The feeling she was getting frim all of this felt so good. It felt like everything babe needed wrapped into one one flaming touch . There was a name to it, a term to qualify all this feelings she was having for him– It was passion. "Did you still want to leave?" He said and it felt as though he was trying to kick her to sho

"Does it work? ” I'd like to respond, but I'm out of breath. We're both exhaling heavily, as if we've just finished a marathon. That's what passion does to you. My breath catches in my throat every time Jordan kisses me or runs his tongue over a new spot, and I find myself gasping for air.

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast that it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast that it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync in this very moment.

She was getting hot and hotter by the second and was certain she could wet her panties anytime soon. Her thinking faculty went totally blank when he drew her closer and settled his lips on hers. It was like a dream come true. And if she was thinking it would be tentative, she was utterly wrong. It was fierce and demanding. As if finally claiming what you've been deprived of for a very long time.