Passion In Reading Novels & Stories

Okay, kids — I’ll take responsibility, I’ll support them and their mother, but marriage these days isn’t required at all! Yes, I looked for her. Yes, she gives me a rock-hard boner and my emotions are on edge, but that’s all lust and passion! And also some kind of thrill and a desire to tame the stubborn one. But with time all that will fade and I’ll get bored. And then how are we supposed to tolerate each other? Leaving the premises of our company, I headed to the nearest bar with an overwhelming desire to get fuc… to get drunk, basically.

I could kiss him for days without getting turned off. I watched as he glanced around the room, looking for an empty place to sit. Please, let him come here. I prayed in my heart, hoping he wouldn't pick the remaining other two seats left. Mother Nature seemed to be residing in my mind and I almost passed out with how fast my heart was beating as I watched him walk over to where I was. "Can I sit here?" He asked, standing beside me. Of all the goodness in the world. Could someone pass me a fan, please? Why was it hot in here?

I am grateful for the respite, as no one seems to be paying attention to me. I pull my cell phone out of my bag and open the Kindle app. It's still a while before class starts, so I want to read a chapter first. I duck my head and look at my phone as I devour the words on the screen. I started a book last night , and by all the saints, I think this book is going to tear me apart by the end. The main character goes through so much and then the supposed hero makes her suffer too. I must have cried about a million times, especially when I got to the part of the book about her past. I haven't even finished it yet and I feel like I already have a book hangover.

Patricia We entered the house and my mother suddenly brought out a collection of books from a bag she was holding and handed them over to Nelly. “All these are for me?” she looked at them, wide-eyed. Mom smiled down at her. “Yes Lana.” Nelly frowned. “But what’s the occasion? My birthday has passed.” Mom chuckled. “There shouldn’t be a specific occasion for gifts.” “Thank you so much grandma and grandpa. You're the best!” she exclaimed. “Can I go to my room and read them right now?”

Just being this close to him has my body on fire, and my mind shuffling through a host of filthy, filthy fantasies I'd give anything to have him act out with me. Have him teach me passion. Every touch. Every word. Every taste. As quietly as I can do as not to distract his reading, I tiptoe over to the couch, set his glass of water down in front of him, and plop down in place beside him again. He looks up at me briefly with a smile, then goes back to his reading. I'm a bundle of nerves, but I do my best to remain calm as he finishes up reading. I don't know if he read deeper. My blog is three years old, and there are times I write five articles per day, so he wouldn't be able to finish readin

“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.

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.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

A blond-haired Caucasian, with those honey eyes that drew sighs. “Here are the papers I know you're looking for,” I handed him, causing him to smile. “It's always more than a pleasure to have you back.” In Brandon's eyes I could see the feelings that I failed to understand, or maybe I'm just going crazy and the lack of love is making me see things where there aren't any. “The pleasure is all mine, Brandon.” Brandon walked toward the exit. “By the way, Brandon, watch out for that puddle of coffee the secretary dropped...”.

The fire in Evelyn’s body had only burned hotter. As if possessed, she had grabbed his hand and guided it over her body, breathlessly whispering, "Touch me..." His sharp eyes had darkened with lust as he obliged, his hands roaming her body and causing her to moan with every touch. Responding to her moans, he had pulled her closer, deepening their feverish kiss. One of his strong hands had gripped her waist, while the other had tangled in her hair, holding her in place as their passion escalated.