Passion Stories Novels & Stories

My dating life was non-existent, but a little fun here and there wouldn’t be bad, would it? Impossible. I couldn’t do anything. So for that moment, I settled for leaning back and sipping my cocktail as I watched him talk about how stressed he got sometimes. But my mind had wandered. I mentally pictured him doing something other than talking. I didn’t know why, but I wanted so badly to run my hands under his turtleneck sweater and feel the muscle I was sure was rippling beneath. Thankfully, I still had restraint. Dan and I moved to other mundane topics, like the best ways to let off steam. He entertained me with stories about him traveling to different places, like the Bahamas one time. I had

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 9 Two Weeks of Cold Silence The very next morning after our intense, burning night together, the entire world changed in a fraction of a second. The thick, hot blanket of passion that had covered the house was completely ripped away, leaving behind a cold, terrifying emptiness.

She tried to pay no attention to it and finished her business in the restroom. She was about to leave when she heard the woman let out a frustrated noise. “Make some damn sound, will you, El?” “Earn it,” her partner grunted. Immediately, Vanessa’s panties got damp. That was the sexiest voice she had ever heard! Her hand slid into her pants involuntarily and began to caress her most intimate area. Soon, the place was filled with kissing sounds as the couple resumed their affair. “Oh, you perverted bastard,” she heard the woman say. “I know you can’t wait anymore.”

Our story remained a living flame. Deep. Passionate. Forever burning.

At the annual Mafia Summit, my childhood sweetheart, Salvatore Russo, falls victim to an aphrodisiac slipped to him by a beautiful spy from a rival family. And I, the cherished daughter of the most feared Don in the west, willingly become his antidote. That night, he drives me to the edge of breathless surrender, again and again. "Principessa, what did I ever do to deserve your favor?" he mutters. From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like.

Tears pricked at her eyes, her glasses slipping down her nose again from the sweat. But he didn't stop, easing in inch by inch, murmuring filthy encouragement. "Relax, slut. Open up for me. You're gonna take it all." The pain was fiery and overwhelming, but as he sank deeper, past the initial resistance, filling her in a way she'd only imagined in her secret videos, it flipped. The burn melted into a deep, throbbing pleasure, her nerves lighting up with bliss. Her holes were stuffed full now, double-penetrated for the first time, the thin wall between her pussy and ass allowing her to feel both cocks so intimately, rubbing against each other through her.

“Girl, you are blushing so hard I can't tell the difference between you and a tomato.” I swatted her on the arm. “Don't be ridiculous.” “Who is the hot guy?” She shifted closer. “Who told you he is hot?” She rolled her eyes. “Duh! Hot girl can't do anything less than dating a hot guy.” “Thanks for the compliment.” I grinned. She snorted. “Tell me the juicy story already, girl, before I die of curiosity.” I smiled at her dramatics. I had wanted to tell someone about Kael for days and the need was burning in me so bad that I felt tempted to tell Freya, which I mustn't do. She would ask for his picture and that would be game over.

“Did it feel like that to them, do you think. Or did it feel like just desire. And the transgression was what the world put on top of it.” Cressida looked at the letter in her gloved hand. “I think that depends on the person,” she said. “Some people find the prohibition part of the charge. Others find the prohibition a source of grief and the desire underneath is entirely separate from it.” Phoenix was watching her. “Which do you think this woman felt.” Cressida considered the three years of letters, the precise repeated phrase. “Grief,” she said. “I think she found it a grief.” Chapter 4: Less Careful

Where we can possibly go? Trust Allah, leave all your matters to Him and only Him' her subconscious answered. 'You know what Baba I trusted Allah! I always trusted Allah but Allah never listened to me! Allah hates me. I don't know why but He hates me. He never listens to me! No matter how hard I pray, my prayers are never accepted, I begged Allah to keep me away from Shoaib! I begged Allah to save you! I begged Allah not to let anyone humiliate my mother! But you know what despite all my prayers, Shoaib still harassed me, you left me, your father humiliated my mother. Now I've determined

I tell her. “It’s okay, Darling.” She assures me. “The Passion House is mostly famous for its amenities which is believed to be accessed only through… a dream.” I get dumbfounded. “Mom, this is not the time for a joke,” I tell her and she laughs. “Really, Darling.” She smiles when she can control her laughter. “How does that even work?!” I ask her with all the sarcasm in the world. “We will never find out if we don’t try.” She smiles at me.