Novel & Cerita Passionate Stories

I chose silence, for some stupid reason, I couldn't stop thinking about Brandon, and arguing with my husband would only break my concentration even more. “But I'm a godly man. You've been begging me all these days to make you mine, to give you one child, another. I think I want to answer your pleas today.” I shook as a sudden fury grew in my chest. “Bill Allen, I begged you for years to give me a son, to even touch me in bed, but today I realized how crazy I was. I don't want you to touch me” I looked at him with deep hatred. “I don't want you to touch me ever again in my life.”

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

Elena's POV Suppressing my sobbing was the best way to ease the pain as tears flowed down my eyes. I sniffled and checked my phone again, my eyes widening at the lies the bloggers told online. As I glanced around the car, a sense of unease crept over me. I murmured to myself, 'How cruel can they be?' But at that moment, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by the newsmen. The pain that was threatening to overwhelm me was nothing compared to the blisters I had from the hot water burn.

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.

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.

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

“God, Lana you can’t tell me that if you feel half as strongly as I do that deep down the thought of having my child doesn’t excite you just a little. That having me bare inside you doesn't turn you on just a little. That the feel of me coming inside you doesn’t make you hot, because it sure as hell is making me hot for you. Damn, Lana, I think I’m going to burn up just thinking about having your bare pussy wrapped around my dick.” When several moments ticked by in silence, he finally lifted his head to meet her gaze. Confusion and uncertainty shimmered in her eyes and he was sure that she would deny his words and push him away. But instead she reached up to snake one arm behind his neck and

, she whispered as vow-repungnance hit her, she grabbed the basin to stand herself firmly. " It felt vulnerable Hayden!, so weak, Is this what called longing in passion? In which you've left with nothing but only helplessness!, a deep well of deprivation, which kill your soul from time to time...", Letting her tired shoulders down in defeat, her tears kept cascading down, and her lips felt the taste of pure bitterness. "When did I become so weak ?, from when did apart from you, I'd approved of someone to touch me; trapped me in devil palms, allowing him to let his desires ruin me the way he wants".

He quickly grabbed my hand and gently pulled me closer to him. "Let me go," I gritted my teeth. "No. Not until you tell me what story you're trying to weave in that little head of yours. What girlfriend are you talking about? And about your first question," he sighed. "I heard someone stubborn hasn't returned yet after taking Gustave for a walk. I hope that answers your damn question.”