Carnal Pleasures Novels & Stories

They why all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting? When he’s completely inside me, he stopped moving and started kissing my lips hungrily like the thread of his patience is just a millimeter at most. I could feel him inside me, truly feel him. This is so new, the feeling, the way this affects me, the way I’m liking having sex with a man not my husband, this is pure pleasure. A Sinful Pleasure. He started pulling out slowly and I cried as I felt my flesh followed the rhythm of his move.

My inner desires driving my carnal desire. Cortland indulges in a playful chuckle before lavishing me with his passionate oral attention. His skilled tongue dances upon my most sensitive areas, while his fingers expertly explore my depths. With a deft touch and a deep understanding of my desires, he deftly locates my G-spot, causing waves of intense pleasure to radiate throughout my body, leaving me breathless and completely enraptured. “Come, baby, come for me,” he whispers, his voice dripping with opulence and indulgence.

~Carmen~ Zegulf’s idea of practicing better things turns out to be wringing every ounce of pleasure he can out of my poor body. His hands and mouth explore me, mapping me out like new terrain. Discovering places that make me moan, squirm, and clutch at him without abandon. No part of me is seemingly forbidden or sacred. Nothing is off limits or taboo. He explores me from the inside out, learning every spot that makes me whimper his name.

Without mercy. My holes clenched around their massive cocks. My body jerked uncontrollably as waves of pleasure tore through my nerves. Every vein in my body tingled. My moans were replaced by the deafening slapping of bare flesh. Lewd squelch of my soaked entrances gulping down their full slick length. My eyes were at the back of their sockets now. My hips rocked hard back and forth against Elion and Hael's dick. I was in tune with their pace, slamming my hips against theirs until I was lost in the sea of undiluted pleasure.

The thrill of excitement coursing through me was making my heart race. My shorts were peeled away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I trembled. The air around us crackled with electricity. Carl continued to kiss me hungrily, his hands exploring my trembling body. I knew that I was powerless to resist the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume me. And then, just as I thought I couldn’t bear any more pleasure, I felt Caleb’s fingers gently spreading my pussy lips, teasing my clit with expert precision. A low moan escaped my lips as pleasure washed over me in delicious waves, my body shuddering.

My heavy breasts heave with every breath, nipples aching from how brutally I twist them. “I’m cumming… yes fuck! Mmm!” I scream it out loud, not caring who hears. My pussy spasms violently, thick creamy cum gushing around my fingers and soaking my hand plus the sheets. Intense waves of pleasure rip through my body, making my thighs quake and my toes curl tight. I pull my fingers out slowly, covered in my thick white cream, and lick them clean right there, sucking every drop with loud, wet pops. The salty-sweet taste hits perfect after holding back all day.

The view of the dark red tongue lapping the pink nipples was so erotic and arousing. "Rye, please..." she groaned hoarsely. "Oh, please, please..." Her body throbbed with over-surges of sensations. Her hips rose acquiescently. Her legs opened willingly. She rubbed her lower body against his loins desperately. His hands caressed her abdomen and her belly ever gently. His mouth followed the route of his hot palms inch by inch. He nibbled the flesh around her deep navel. His tongue swirled the shallow depth.

A moan escapes from me when I feel him slide it through my intimacy, the sensation excites me and more when his tongue keeps fiddling with my nipples, my legs move wanting more, he knows how to make my body desire it and that's what I love most about him. —Tonight... will be one of the many nights I will make you feel the most illicit pleasures, my wife. I spread my legs for him as I let myself be carried away by the pleasure and succumb to the passion and desire I feel when I am with him. —Let's begin then.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as I screamed, raw and uninhibited, each punishing stroke hitting deep inside me, stretching and filling me to the brink, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the confined space like a savage drumbeat. “Fuck, baby, ffucck!' I cried out, my voice cracking, my head thrown back as waves of intense pleasure-pain crashed over me, my ass clenching around his thick cock with every brutal thrust, my own hips grinding down desperately to meet him, the burn and stretch pushing me closer to that edge. The car filled with obscene sounds—loud, rhythmic smacks of our bodies colliding, his balls slapping hard against my ass with eac

He was tender yet insistent, his thrusts rolling in deep sensual waves that dragged out every aftershock. My pussy fluttered around him, another smaller climax following the first as juices gushed out in fresh spurts. My eyes rolled inside my head. “Fuck, Dorian…don’t stop,” I begged, as my voice broke. The sickness of my reality hit just then, twin fantasies flooding my mind like forbidden poison. Two identical men, same bodies, same cocks but different in how they claimed me. It was twisted and depraved. In fact, some would call it the ultimate taboo. Yet it made me wetter and hotter, my core throbbing with shameful need.