All Shades of Passion
"You're tight," his deep voice murmured in my ear as I felt his wet tongue on my neck. My legs quivered, the walls of my pussy clenching together.
"Brace yourself, don't expect me to go easy. I will fuck you hard even if you're a virgin," he nibbled my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
"I bring you pain as well as pleasure," he warned before ramming into me.
Rated 18+.
Warning: This book contains explicit and mature content with no filters.
All Shades of Passion is a collection of short stories cutting through all spheres of life, depicting our individual struggles to find ourselves.
Who we are and what we want.
Each story has a unique plot, individual struggle, and a meaningful closure.
From a young virgin who is desperate for sex, to a girl who hopes for a Cinderella story but falls for the baddest boy in town. There's sizzling boy romance, lesbian forbidden love, and a female coach who is in love with her student.
It is packed full of BDSM, forbidden love, harems, orgies, boy love (MM), girl fantasy (GG), and age gap romance.
No judgment or prejudice.
It's raw, it's real and it's dark.
Five stories illustrating how attraction can ignite a flame of passion in all humans both great and small.
Passion is pleasure, even though it may come in different colors.
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Chapter 2
Maya POV.
30 minutes ago.
I came out of Monalisa's room, feeling sleepy and finding my way to the bathroom, only for me to overhear weird noises along the corridor.
I squinted at the large clock on the wall.
It was 12 midnight.
Monalisa was my best friend, and we were both in our senior year at school, about to graduate and leave for college.
I was spending the night at her house because my parents traveled for a seminar in Africa, Nigeria, to be precise.
They both worked for a non-governmental organization (NGO) and were mandated to attend the program.
It was supposed to be a seven-day event, so they had no issues leaving a 12th grader home alone while they went to work.
However, two days into my (secluded) living, our house circuit box developed a fault, and the entire house lost power.
I was invited by my best friend to stay over at her house till my parents returned and repairs began.
Since I was a regular visitor to Monalisa's house, my parents let me stay with her. Even her father, Mr. Jonah was happy to welcome me.
Today would make it my third day at her house, pending my parents' return in two days.
We all retired to bed at 9 p.m., but I woke up feeling pressed and needed to use the bathroom, only to find myself spying on my best friend's Dad making love to the housekeeper, Ms. Larisa.
I had just turned eighteen a few months ago and was still a virgin.
What others liked to call 'untouched.'
LOL...(laugh out loud).
A small snort escaped me because I knew that was a wrong perception.
Being a virgin did not necessarily mean I knew nothing or that I did not know how I wanted to be touched.
While I may physically be a virgin my head was filled with the weirdest type of fantasies.
Yes, I was in that stage of my life where I was curious about sex.
I spent my nights watching x-rated videos and having crazy thoughts. I read every romantic book I could find and even watched documentaries on the reproductive organs of men and women.
Well, mostly men.
Because that was the gender I was curious about.
Having spent all my time being a good student and focusing on my studies throughout High School, now I was about to graduate and move out to the outside world without experiencing sex.
Not once.
Most of the girls my age already had boyfriends and had done it more than once.
And I heard that if I went to college as a virgin, the boys there would target me. They had a fetish for young naive virgins.
I didn't know if it was true and honestly, I didn't care.
All I really wanted was to experience it once before I left high school.
It was on my bucket list.
Monalisa had done it already, when we turned eighteen, two months ago.
As best friends, we promised to keep ourselves till we became adults, so once we crossed that bridge, she immediately slept with a guy she had a crush on.
As for me, there was no guy I currently fancied. Though I did try to kiss one or two boys in school, just to get things moving.
In the end, I stopped and walked away because they were too immature, couldn't kiss right, and didn't know how to do it.
A third boy even creamed his jeans before we got into it.
Yuck.
After those experiences, I was done trying to be with boys my age.
They didn't know how to pleasure a lady, and my body craved the mind-blowing orgasms I read in books or the sexual ecstasy I watched in movies.
As I stared down at my wet pajamas, I finally understood that I would never experience the type of intimacy I craved if I stuck with boys my age.
They didn't have the skill, nor did they have the experience.
I wanted something intense and memorable. Just like what I was witnessing tonight.
Even if it was only once.
I wanted to feel raw pleasure and be totally dominated into submission by my passion.
"I think I am cuming," Mr. Jonah's voice rumbled in his throat, drawing back my attention.
Excited, I smiled and I leaned closer.
As I saw him cum, vibrating against her, sensations lashed me from head to toe and I staggered back, losing my balance.
I tried to prevent myself from falling, putting my elbow on a flower vase beside the door, for support.
To my dismay, the flower vase bent sideways and fell, crashing to the ground.
"Who's there?" I heard Mr. Jonah ask sharply as his head snapped towards the door.
My hands immediately covered my mouth as I locked eyes with him through the crack in the door.