Passion Stories Novels & Stories

I whispered as my p***y sent pulse after pulse to my brain. ‎Every flick of his tongue seemed to spark the electric feeling. All my nerves were centered at the one spot. I felt him enter me with one finger, drawing it out then pushing back in. In and out, in and out, until I was a groaning, writhing mess. Then it was two fingers f*****g my p***y as his mouth continued to treat my clit. ‎

She couldn't remember when her pussy had ever felt so hot or wet. Tom's body seemed so amazing as he gripped Janice's body and gracefully shoved his long cock into her pussy, forcing hot moans and gasps from the girl's mother with every thrust. Brook's pussy was on fire, and she was furiously alternating between rubbing her clit and pumping her finger up inside the dripping wetness of her aching hole. She ached to feel something as long and hard as her father's cock plunging deeply into her ripe, young body.

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

Elena's breath caught in her throat, a mix of fury and an unwelcome heat pooling between her legs. She was trying to numb the pain, but there was none left in her. She was of course surprised by the level of control she had right at that moment. The betrayal stung, yes, but reading those words stirred something primal in her. She imagined herself in Lila's place, reclaiming the passion Marcus had denied her. Hot tears streamed down her face as she delved deeper, finding videos—short clips of their trysts. In one, Lila was on her knees, her full lips wrapped around Marcus's cock, bobbing eagerly as he filmed from above, groaning,

He convinced himself against acting like a jealous lover and just focused more on himself than worrying about a woman who did not even like him a tiny bit. He had just lost his reason for being there. His hard work in the company had proven to be fruitless. What could he do? He had tried so hard to please the investors, but he was just incompetent. Just like how he had been unable to find the only woman he loved for years now. It had been five years he had been searching for Lillian and every of his trials failed every single time. His company was also five years old and now he failed at the big opportunity to grow the firm into what it deserved.

Four Months Later After years of waiting and begging for her heart, Tulani finally got his wish when he wedded Natasha. In Tulani style, it was an extravagant ceremony, a page out of a fairy-tale. At thirty years old, divorced and with a child, Natasha would have never imagined herself being the centre of attention at such a profligate event. But it was exactly what Tulani wanted; a loud statement proclaiming his undying love for the woman of his dreams.

situation. I tapped on his status and I immediately regretted doing that. A picture of Ade and Sarah. It was not the picture that made my eyes sting with punished tears, it was the caption. "The absolute love of my life.💗" Really? When did he try to kiss me then? Why did he pay me any attention? Niggas ain’t shit! Tch. I need someone to rant to. I need to see Christabel. I walked over to my mum's room.

Between sex stories, voyeurism, between cases of betrayal, each one begins, with a swing, with stories of pleasure, tales of passion, involving this company, the multinational Wagner Weber. In which still, the three among their supervisions, among the branches, the cases involving several employees of the companies, the buildings where the passion cases show their countless employees, the sexy secretary, their managers and partners, the passion tales, sex and seduction that surround the centrals. Embark on passion stories in which each tale has its own love affairs, in which each of them has the power of control, amidst the power of pleasure they exert over th

⸻ He fucked me slow. Deep. The couch creaked beneath us. Our moans filled the room. He whispered filth into my ear. I scratched his back, rode him harder, begged him not to stop. We were lost in heat, in betrayal, in the kind of passion that destroyed people. I came again. And again. He followed, groaning as he spilled inside me, teeth gritted, face buried in my neck. We lay there afterward, still. Breathing. Shaking. My heart screamed.

“What do you mean?” Evelyn demanded, her dark eyes filled with unease. “Go where?” Adam leaned back against the seat, clearly satisfied with the apprehension flickering across her face. Instead of answering, he pulled out his tablet and started scrolling through the latest online headlines. [Does Adam Dean Have a Secret Lover?!] [Who Is the Mysterious ‘Veiled’ Woman with the Heir?] [The Hidden Woman in Adam Dean’s Life: Who Is She?] The articles spread across the screen, speculation running wild.