Mag-log in"What's this?" She asked, receiving the form. "It's an NDA, a non-disclosure agreement," I stated simply. She grimaced, "You already have one prepared and ready?" "I'm a lawyer, I need to protect myself from any present or future implications," I said, my eyes washing over her. "Since you say you're an adult. Read it and sign it." --- All Shades of Passion is a collection of short steamy 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 girl who is curious about life as she turns 18, 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 forbidden love, sexual tension, and age gap romance. No judgment, No prejudice. Five stories illustrating how attraction can ignite a flame of passion in all humans great and small. Passion is pleasure, even though it may come in different colors.
view moreChapter 1: Spying From the Shadows
Maya POV. "Oh my goodness..." I whispered, bringing my hand to my lips. My body was flattened against the wooden door, and I pressed my ear closer, listening to the sounds coming from Mr. Jonah's home office. "Clap, clap, clap." I heard the rhythm go faster. I stilled myself, my breath growing shallow as I listened to the noise filtering out from his office. Realization dawned on me as to what was going on. Wide eye, my fingers found the door handle and I gently turned. To my surprise, it was open. I pushed it slowly, with my heart in my mouth, and a small crack appeared, allowing me to see inside the office. My eyes widened more at what I saw. Mr. Jonah, who is Monalisa's father, my one and only friend, was totally naked and had the housekeeper, Ms. Larisa, bent over his desk as he pounded her from behind. I closed my eyes instantly and wanted to turn around and leave, but then I heard it. The soft moans from her mouth. It sounded so frail and full of pleasure, "Fuck me harder Jonah, tienes un pene grande," she ended in her native tongue. I understood a little Spanish and knew that her words translated to: 'you have a big penis'. The sex must be so damn good that she was lost, switching between languages. Feeling intrigued and unable to peel my eyes away, I stood rooted to the floor, deciding to watch the show. Mr. Jonah was stark naked behind her, the tanned muscles of his chest rippling as he drove into her. I could see a splattering of curly black hair that spread across the expanse of his chest and tapered down his abdomen, lower... My gaze dropped. Even lower... A small voice whispered in my head. I struggled with myself, trying to stick to what little morality I had left. But in the end, my curiosity won and I looked down. My eyes followed the trail of hair down to his torso, and I saw a gathering of thick hair at his groin. At that moment, he pulled back from Ms. Larisa and I saw a huge dick, about eight inches long, all wet and glistening with her pussy juice. He fisted it in his hand, his fingers circling the engorged head. It was pink, it was long and it was hard. "Oh," I gasped, clasping my hand over my mouth. Instinctively, my vagina clenched and I felt a sensation knot in my tummy. "Put it back in, I want more," Ms. Larisa cooed and I could hear the desperate plea in her voice. "Turn over," his deep voice commanded and I saw her scrambling to obey. Climbing onto the table, she flipped over, parting her legs for him. She was wearing only a blouse, her naked white thighs were bare and spread wide. Her long skirt was discarded on the floor, close to the door as though she had been in a hurry to take it off. "Come, Jonah, take me to heaven," her high-pitched voice called to him. I saw him step closer, guiding his huge cock into her, he slid back in. "Mi madre me bendiga," she moaned out and wrapped her legs around him. Mi madre me bendiga = My mother bless me. I felt a thrill crawl up my spine, it must feel so good. He started to move, his cock dipping in and out of her. His hand reached down and fisted her glossy black hair, wrapping it around his arm as he fucked her. Over here, I was glued to the door, watching every action and every reaction. Heat pooled between my legs and my heart beat with every thrust he made. I felt my skin prickle just watching him move, sweat beaded on his skin, making it shimmer and glow. I saw Ms. Larissa reach up to rake her fingers across his chest. "Do that again," he groaned, panting hard. She quickly obeyed and raked her fingers for the second time, he chose that moment to ram hard into her, his pace quickening. Her legs fell from his hips and I saw it tremble with each powerful stroke he delivered. My toes curled and I twisted my legs together, the pressure on my bladder growing intense. I needed to pee really badly. That was why I had stumbled upon this crazy scene in the first place. I turned around to leave before I did my business on this tiled floor. But a shrill scream stopped me dead in my tracks... "I am cuming," Ms. Larisa cried out. This was the climax of it all, I couldn't miss it for the world. So I turned around for the grand ending. But instead of Mr. Jonah pumping into her and riding her to orgasm. I saw him pull out and insert his two middle fingers into her. "Cum for me, baby," he murmured, fucking her cunt with his fingers. Ms. Larisa's head fell backwards and she shouted out a string of incoherent words. Her body shook violently and I saw fluid burst out from her and splash Mr. Jonah on his face. At the same moment, I felt a liquid trickling down my legs, soaking my pants. My eyes dropped to the wet floor and my jaw slackened. Fuck, I had just peed myself.A Note from Ivy Walters To everyone who picked up "All Shades of Passion" and stayed until the very last page of the last book — thank you 🙏💞😍. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your imagination, and your emotions. You followed Maya into danger and desire, walked with Monalisa through a world she never imagined, cheered for Steven as he finally chose himself, held your breath alongside Sheila as she wrestled with feelings she couldn't name, and rooted for Bailey and Mark even when the odds were stacked against them. Five stories. Five worlds. Five hearts laid bare. That was never just writing for me. That was me pouring something real onto the page and hoping it would find the right readers. And it did. It found you. This collection may have reached its final chapter, but the characters live on as long as you remember them. Share their stories. Recommend them to a friend who loves a little heat, a little heart, and a whole lot of complicated feelings. That is how storie
Bailey POVThree years later.The Olympic Stadium in Paris was nothing like anything I had ever seen.Eighty thousand seats rising into the sky like a cathedral built for speed. Flags from every nation hanging from the upper decks, snapping in the warm summer breeze. The track was blue, bright and clean, glowing under the afternoon sun like a stage waiting for its performers.And in lane four, my husband was stretching behind the blocks.Mark Kingsley. Twenty-two years old. College graduate. Professional athlete. Olympic finalist.My husband.The word still made my chest flutter, even after a whole year of marriage. The diamond on my finger caught the sunlight every time I moved my hand, throwing tiny rainbows across my skin. Big. Ridiculous. The kind of ring a man buys when he wants the whole world to know you're taken.That was Mark.Always making sure the whole world knew.I pressed my hand against my belly. Six months. The bump was round and firm under my sundress, and the baby
Bailey POV The Monday after the nationals, I walked into the USATF Academy like I owned the place. Not because I was fearless. My hands were shaking inside my jacket pockets and my stomach was doing flips with every step. But I was done letting fear choose my posture. Done walking in with my head down, eyes on the floor, hoping nobody would notice me. Those days were over. The hallway was busy. Morning rush. Athletes moving between changing rooms. Coaches gathered near the staff room with their coffees and their sideways glances. Every single one of them had seen the headlines. Every single one of them had watched the clip of Mark telling the world he loved me. I could feel it in the way the air shifted when I walked past. The way conversations paused for half a second before picking back up. Let them look. Let them whisper. I had somewhere to be. I dropped my bag in the staff room, grabbed my clipboard, and headed for the track. My group was already warming up. Mark was among
Bailey POV The flight back from Oregon was nothing like the flight in. On the way there, it was just us. Quiet. Focused. Two people with a race to prepare for and a secret to protect. On the way back, Mark Kingsley was a national champion. And his declaration of love for his coach was already trending online. My phone started buzzing before we even landed in Indianapolis. Notifications stacking on top of each other so fast the screen couldn't keep up. Social Media. News alerts. Messages from numbers I didn't recognize. I turned it off and shoved it into my bag. Mark reached over and squeezed my hand. "You okay?" he asked. "Ask me tomorrow." He smiled. But I wasn't smiling. Because I knew what was coming. By the time we landed and I turned my phone back on, the damage was already done. The clip of Mark's press conference had gone viral. Every sports outlet in the country had picked it up. His face. My face. The kiss at the finish line. The words "Bailey Adams i
Sheila's POVZuki stayed collapsed on top of me, her breath warm against my neck. Her body was soft and heavy, fitting against mine in a way that felt right.I couldn't believe what we'd just done.Couldn't believe how good it had felt.My pussy was still throbbing with aftershocks. My nipples were
Sheila's POVI walked into the house still shaking from what had just happened at Bobby's place.The living room lights were on. The TV was playing some reality show.And Zuki was sprawled on the couch in tiny shorts and a tank top, eating potato chips.She looked up when I came in, her face lighti
Sheila POVHis hand slid higher still, fingertips brushing the hem of my dress."Is this okay?" he asked, voice low.I nodded, not trusting my voice.He leaned in, his other hand coming up to cup my face."I'm going to kiss you now," he whispered.Then his mouth was on mine.Soft at first. Testing.
Sheila's POVI sat at my desk staring at the computer screen, but the code blurred in front of my eyes.I couldn't focus.Every time I tried to concentrate on work, my mind wandered back to this morning. To Zuki's mouth between my legs. To the feeling of our bodies grinding together. To the way she
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