Poems On Passion Novels & Stories

I mumbled, but he managed to hear me and violently held my hand. “Don't you ever say anything like that again!” “You're hurting me!” “I told you a thousand times. Once you are the wife of a man like me, you will be forever.” “A man like you? A heartless man?” Suddenly, he pulled her close to my body and passionately kissed my lips. I didn't follow the kiss, on the contrary, I broke the contact. He rejected me a moment ago, why did he want to kiss me now? “A heartless millionaire, that's what I am. A heartless millionaire who has you as his possession. Mine forever, my dear. From this marriage you never get out.”

The pressure is erotic, evoking. A low groan vibrates from deep within him. “I can feel you through the flimsy layer of cotton Amelia,” he said, using a finger to rub on my pussy. “You're wet.” His raspy breathing on me, his words ricochet through me, every point of impact detonating like a blast. “No,” I whispered. “No, what?” “I'm not—not.” “Such a liar. You couldn't take your eyes off of me the other day, could you? Now, tell me how that made you feel…how I made you feel.”

A good 30 people cried and told stories of how wonderful she was. When it was my turn, my hands shook as I stood in front of everyone. It felt as if my story was the most important, I am the reason she is gone. I haven't been able to sleep or think clearly. This was my life now, it was a living hell. "Maddie was beautiful. She was so beautiful that she captured my heart from the moment I laid eyes on her. The ring on her finger meant a lot to me, she was the first woman I've ever loved. I loved her more than life itself. The day she passed, I thought to myself how I would even live without her here. But then I remembered that she left me with a beautiful daughter. My daughter's personality a

“Are you alright, Patricia?” I placed my hand on the burning skin of my chest. My eyes still followed Jessica as she slowly enlarged the distance between us, looking completely petrified of what she had done. I don’t know what hurt more at that moment; the burn on my skin, or the fact that she hated me enough to do this to me. “Why?” Just then, as if God had answered my subconscious wishes, I heard a voice, the voice which I desperately longed for more than anything at that moment.

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The sound of it was bright and alive, a wild, living force that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. The past burned away in the brazier, the flames a fierce, uncontained energy, a bright, vivid presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. The sight was wild and freeing, a bright, cutting energy, a sharp, living force that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. "I choose my own path," she declared, the words a vivid, living energy, a fierce, unyielding presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery.

There's a pang in my chest that doesn't go away. His eyes take on a serious look. "What if I told you that you are the most special thing that have ever happened to me? The only one that makes me see the colors of this world. The way your eyes glitter draws me in, the way you smile makes my heart skip a beat, and when you laugh, I feel as if all of my burdens have been lifted. You and the boys are the only ones who make me look forward to the next day. You have a past that is holding you back; I want to be your presence and the one who helps you let go.“

Oh, what wouldn’t she give to have him bury his face right there until she came hard! Without thinking twice, she turned and bolted up the stairs, straight to her room. All she could think about was how to get an orgasm to steer her thoughts away from wicked things. Despite her high sex drive, she wasn’t ever lucky enough to meet someone who would satisfy her the way she wanted. She could only rely on her toys. With shaky hands, she retrieved the rose toy from her purse, sniffing it as she took off her panties. Surprisingly, Elio’s scent was still on it. How could that happen when he barely touched it for a minute?

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 that 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.

Tears so full of passion and craving for more. Tears of disgrace and contrition. Tears of allowing this darkness Glenn spoke of to enter my soul. I wanted to peel my skin to avoid his touch. Pierce my eyes to avoid watching the other men’s stares. I wanted to sacrifice my outer being to save my soul. But at the same time, I also wanted to push my hips back to meet each thrust of his cock as he claimed my body under the moon. The red of my hair hung in my eyes, reminding me of the blood of a battlefield—my battlefield.