Passion Stories Novels & Stories

His words make my heart do funny flips and I hold on tight to the chair as I raise my hips and slam them against his, meeting him thrusts for thrusts. The scent of our raw passion hangs in the air and I smile as I close my eyes, giving myself fully to the commotion Aiden was doing to my pussy. He fucks me like a starving man. I'm sure I will walk home in a funny manner after work but I don't care. Coming to work has suddenly gotten interesting because I doubt I can stop teasing my boss. I want more. I admit as I give in to the orgasm rushing through my veins, hearing Aiden shout with me.

It was the roughest, most passionate kiss of her life. With her heart gripped in pain, she slipped weak arms around his neck as her body eagerly responded to him. All the years they’d been apart were spoken through rough, gasping kisses. They grunted and moaned as he ground against her jeans desperately. He set her down with a thud and hurriedly ripped her t-shirt. He groped her breasts and pulled them out of her favorite bra, then broke it, too, tearing it in half, all the while panting against her open lips. He lunged down to take one pink, tight crest in his mouth, biting it before he moved to the next for a moist hot lapping. She couldn’t breathe. The longing between her thighs was so in

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Rejena Writing has always been my passion. In high school it was short little poems, then after that, journaling had become my number one go to as I was struggling to talk to people about my thoughts and emotions. Writing as much as reading had been my safe haven and I have lost my passion for writing when work came in the way. The books I had been writing for the past year were books I started writing two years ago and after Collen passed away, I just didn’t feel that passion anymore. For one, I write romance books. How are you supposed to write romance books when every time you even consider getting romantic with someone, you feel like you are cheating on the person that you loved and neve

WHERE PASSION MEETS FOREVER. As they strolled through the park hand-in-hand, Cassandra couldn't help but marvel at how far they'd come together. Just a few short months ago, she'd been a stressed-out, workaholic businesswoman teetering on the brink of burnout - completely oblivious to the depths of pleasure and passion that lay beneath the surface.

Roman pushed through the heavy velvet curtain into the private room that was assigned to him, his pulse already hammering from the club's thumping bass. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and money. His coworker had sworn this place delivered exactly what his wife refused to give him anymore. The raw, no-limits release and passion he no longer got in his marriage. His wife Elara had lost passion for sex and he had forgotten what he felt like to get fucked without the use of his hands.. The moment his eyes landed on Alison, every frustration from the office and the cold, sexless bed at home sharpened into pure, animal need.

His intensity is too raw and thick, wrapping around my throat, which is still tingling from his grip. “Tell me, baby girl. Did he touch my fucking pussy?” ** As their journey unfolds, the young couple's passion takes on a deeper and more profound meaning. It becomes a source of strength, a wellspring of resilience, and a guiding light through life's ups and downs. With the passing of years, their love story deepens into a beautiful tapestry, woven with threads of shared experiences, challenges overcome, and dreams pursued. The fire of their passion, though it has mellowed, still burns with an intensity that radiates from the depths of their hearts.

And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I can't wait for you to experience the magic of the Spicy One-Shot Collection. With love and passion, Unusualdee Passion Pages “Passion Pages isn't just any reflection journal; it’s a powerful tool for those who wish to accept their sensuality.” — Unusualdee. After diving into this collection of short erotic stories, you absolutely need to grab the reflection journal designed to process all those swirling emotions and tantalizing thoughts that spring up while reading!

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With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”