
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 4
Maya POV.
20 minutes later.
I stood inside the empty rooms in the abandoned block.
It was a row of classrooms that was being constructed, but the school management had abandoned work for a year now.
It was supposed to be a sacred ground for learning, but had now been converted by students into a low-cost motel.
A lot of students came here to make out and explore their reproductive organs. Especially the senior students in 12th grade.
Once a guy invited you to this block, you knew you were coming here to get laid.
Which was fine with me because that is what I wanted.
I wanted to experience mind-blowing orgasms as I lost my virginity. To me that was the best way to bid it farewell forever.
The rumors said John was good, so it made me excited that he wanted to sleep with me.
I looked around the empty room, a little confused to find it empty.
Where the hell was John?
He was supposed to be here.
I told myself to give him an additional ten minutes before leaving.
A few minutes later, I glanced down at my watch and noticed that fifteen minutes had gone by.
Already growing irritated by his lateness, I decided to leave.
As I walked towards the door, I saw him appear in the doorway.
"You're late," I told him pointedly.
"I'm sorry, I needed to get something," he apologized.
Oh, maybe he went to get a condom.
Which was thoughtful of him. Considering the rumors flying around about him, using a condom was a good idea.
Silly me, I should have thought of it and bought a pack from the school's infirmary on my way here.
"Okay," I said, my initial irritation ebbing away.
"Now let's get down to business," He said and started to unbuckle his belt.
I removed my schoolbag and kept it aside. Unzipping my skirt, I pulled it down and stepped out of it.
I unbuttoned my top to reveal my nice cotton milk bra. It was a new set and I wasn't shy to flaunt it.
Ready, I turned over to gaze at John.
What I saw dampened my spirit.
He only unbuckled his belt and zipped down his trousers. His shirt was still on and his trousers still hung on his waist.
The only thing I could see was a small brown dick the size of a small sausage roll, sticking out from his zip-hole.
No muscles for me to feast on with my eyes, no hairs on his chest that I could claw my fingers through, and no naked ass for me to wrap my legs around.
"Aren't you going to, at least, take off your shirt?" I asked, wanting to touch those muscles I knew were beneath his shirt.
He played football and had a nice build, so why not show me?
Or was he feeling shy?
Ignoring his clothes, I watched him come close. "I can't wait to slide into you." He backed me towards a wall.
Woah, straight to the point. No foreplay, no kisses.
Maybe we'll do it in the second round. I encouraged myself.
I placed my hands on the wall for support as he bent me over.
Should I tell him I'm a virgin?
I debated inwardly.
Choosing to give him the pleasure of finding out, I kept mute and let him do his thing.
He bunched my shirt on my waist, and I heard him tear a condom sachet.
The cheeks of my ass began to move as he hit me from behind.
Seconds later, he was moaning loudly.
I frowned.
I hadn't felt him go in.
As a virgin, I was tight and would feel the tiniest stick in me. If I could feel his fingers, why couldn't I feel his dick?
3 seconds more, he groaned, bucking hard against me.
Huh?
I turned around and saw that he had cum in his condom.
What just happened?
I blinked at him in surprise.
"You're so fucking sweet that I came just touching your thighs," he said, breathing hard and wiping sweat from his forehead.
Was that supposed to be a compliment? I wondered dryly, unimpressed.
Those are the things men said when they couldn't perform.
And why was he sweating so much?
He didn't do a thing.
"Are we going to fuck for real now, or do you want to rest for a few minutes," I asked, patiently.
John pulled the condom from his dick and threw it to the ground, "Maybe tomorrow. Right now I gotta go for practice."
What about me?
"You didn't penetrate me yet," I reminded him, in case he had forgotten.
"But I did, I penetrated you with my fingers in class," he said smugly. "Anyway, I'm out of here. I got football practice. See you tomorrow, bye."
I watched him zip up his trousers, adjust his clothes, and walk away, leaving me alone in the room in my panties and top.
I thought the rumors said he was good. Obviously, either the rumors were fake or he didn't have time for me.
Selfish bastard!
He called me here just to get his release and then he left, not caring about my own needs.
After keeping me waiting for 35 minutes.
I felt so disappointed.
Last night, I saw how Mr. Jonah satisfied Ms. Larisa.
That was what real men did.
They knew how to handle a woman's body.
I was so done!
My hands balled into fists.
I was so done with boys my age who were self-centered and inexperienced.
I wanted a real man.
And a real man I would get.