Romans & histoires Passion In Reading

He backs me up against the wall before letting go of me and I press my palms against the surface to steady myself as I watch him walk out of the room without a fucking word, leaving me a panting mess with a throbbing pussy and a thong so fucking wet. And as his frame disappears, I know. There's passion or there's nothing. And I want the kind that drips down your back and soak the fucking sheets. The kind that feels so wrong and so fucking right. Passion that begins in one room and ends in the fucking floor of another. I'm talking about the passion that pins down wrists and demands eye contacts. The passion that arises so dominantly and has you willing to be possessed completely. Passion that

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more. So 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 it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and our body melts into each other. 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.

said Katie, making a distasteful but resigned grimace, "Everything I learn in school is so boring. All it does is prepare you for the workplace, which is going to be even more boring." Emily smiled; Katie's cynicism was kind of cute. "It's not so much about 'the workplace' but finding something you're passionate about. When you find your passion, it doesn't feel like work. You'll have that fierce, fiery energy about you. And when that happens, lots of men will be attracted to you, even rich men, if that's your thing." "Wow." Katie took a moment to ponder this. "It sounds like the same thing my boring councilor at school says, but when you say it, it sounds better."

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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.

YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED TO FEEL COMPLETE Annika's pov : Before I could understand anything he put his one hand on my waist slowly & pushed me to him. He tightened his grip ...I was feeling that my Heart breath going very faster than ever ..It looks like that my Heart will be out from my Body. His one touch make me so much numb. He came near me slowly ...He took my Hair strands away from my face gently..I gasped. God plz help me.

“I don’t want you to lose your job. They stared at each other with mutual understanding. And suddenly, they were painfully aware that they were alone in the house. She got excited and could almost feel her wetness slide down her thigh as her chest heaved up and down. Without warning, Elio moved towards her, lust and darkness in his eyes.

“Are the books you love reading cutesy and predictable?” “Yes.” “Are you the only person who reads them? Or is there an audience?” “There’s definitely an audience.” I brushed hair from her face, letting my thumb linger on her cheekbone. “What was the other thing? Takes time, it’s a passion project. Sweetheart, time passes anyway. Might as well spend it on something that lights you up.” She scrunched her nose but tilted her face into my touch. “You and your annoyingly rational brain.” “Where have you been hiding all this creative energy?”

she said - daddy’s sweet little girl. It was fascinating to watch her theater. My sister knew exactly how to win over an audience with her untamable spirit. Sometimes I felt her body was far too small for her wild, ravenous, and secretly disturbed soul. Everything became too intense with her. Passivity was tedious. She craved action. She needed the stares, the spotlight, the leading role. If Iris wasn’t the protagonist, there was no story. If she wanted to win, then victory was already hers. If she wanted someone else’s place, she would take it; if she desired another’s affections or accomplishments, she would steal them. So cunning and skillful that, by the time you noticed, everything had

This felt too unreal, like those paid dramas I and mama used to watch when I was little. “Flustered? No” I answered. He stared at me, his wet hair dripping on his face, his eyes were calm, yet, they brimmed with passion. “So tell me Amelia, shall I name you the flustered cat? You seem flustered to me” he said, his eyes staring at mine and then down to my lips and then to my eyes again. What is this feeling? I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, my body feeling hot even with the Air conditioner turned on.