Passionate Words Novels & Stories

"Oh Santa Naughty girls get pricks not sticks. Long hard pricks." She could feel her nipples getting harder and harder as he rolled them with his thumb and massaged with taunt stroking circular pressure. Her pussy was dripping in her panties. "My naughty pussy is feeling very naughty and wet." "I love naughty wet pussy." Chris replied as he imagined the deep red darkness of her panties soaked with her creaminess. He could see the hungry lust in her eyes as she continued her locked eye focus on his cock. "Would you like a candy cane little girl?"

Amidst the hallowed silence of the church and the palpable presence of love that surrounded them, Elena's words resonated with the timeless promise of forever. As Aaron stood before Elena, the weight of his emotions hung heavy in the air, his words a poignant reflection of the depth of his feelings. With each syllable, he peeled back the layers of his soul, revealing a raw vulnerability that stirred something deep within him. "I would not know how to name my feelings for you. Simply saying it's passion, or even the infamous love, would be too summarized. It would be cliché because even the oldest romances have spoken about the act of loving. Therefore, I want to share some information with y

“All of this, this tough exterior is just for show. It’s all just packaging.” “You don’t know anything about me,” I replied quietly. “You don’t.” His voice came out softer now, dripping like honey and sticking to the pores of my skin. “You’re like a wildfire, Scarlett. Burning everything in its path. Wild, untamed, and passionate.” Despite the hatred and anger simmering within my subconscious, I felt a flash of sexual attraction work its way through me. His words were smooth, filled with erotic emphasis that formed a compaction against me.

A few times he turned to look at me, his gaze calm, as if asking, “Do you understand now, the weight of reality?” I leaned against the window and closed my eyes. Yes, I was beginning to understand. Passion is fire, it can light up the night, but it can also burn everything down. Responsibility, commitment, harm to others, these are waters that cannot be evaporated by flames, only hiss and leave deeper scars.

I wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt us again. I peeled off the robe and let it drop to the floor. My skin was still flushed and sensitive, a stark reminder of the mating heat and the night's undeniable passion. Passion. It was a cruel word for what had happened. It was a chemical reaction, a surge of wolf instincts fueled by drugs. Yet, the memory of his lips, his hands, the possessive weight of his body… it felt terrifyingly real.

“A man who can't keep his word. Sweetheart, when I started this Ten Days To Steal Your Heart, I vowed that there would be nothing lustful about it. Only passion. You’re making me fail, Rosette.” “How can there be nothing lustful between us?” she asked, her eyes firm, withdrawing her hand from under my shirt and cupping my face, bringing me down so we were eye level. “Hmm? There will always be lust because we constantly crave each other. We want each other. And there is passion as well, Axel. If there’s no passion, I wouldn't be burning like this. I wouldn't be so desperate for you. Lust is not enough to make me this eager.” “Lust is a powerful emotion,” I whispered, but my words held no powe

She didn't know when those words left her lips in a frustrated breath. "With pleasure, my love." And then it happened. It was passionate, intense, feverish and ardent.

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.

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

“You, you love it how I love you, you love it how I touch you, my one, when all is said and done, you'll believe God is a woman, and I, I feel it after midnight a feelin' that you can't fight, my one, it lingers when we're done, you'll believe God is a woman” fire of passion is running inside my nerves right now, the way I move my hips and waist in front of everyone. I could feel the electricity that this kind of passion sends me, every grip on the pole, every trick setting me on blazing hostile. The heat from every beat of the music jammed my whole system, I could only move as the music told me to move.