Euphoria Novels & Stories

Fuck, Zara… I hold onto her waist tightly as she rocks on me, letting out breathy moans in her attempt to be quiet. This is crazy; my family could walk in at anytime but I don’t give a shit right now. All that matters to me is the pleasure of this woman. I raise my hips slightly to give her a better angle and takes full advantage of it, throwing her head back and grinding harder. “ Fuck , yes Sugar. Come for me” And she does , quaking and shivering as her release takes over her body. I guess this whole trip was well worth it.

He lifted one of my legs into the air to spread my legs even more, letting his cum glide onto my pussy, then he rubbed it in. I dug my nails into his desk, leaving scratches on the dark wood, threw my head back to let out another raspy moan, “oh God,” in moaned. “Oh my God…” my pussy tightened. “Please , can i cum? Please, mr. douglas." I begged for it. He rubbed his fingers harder into me and strummed his finger across my throat. “Cum for me, Liza,” he whispered into my ear. My legs trembled and I nearly stumbled over the desk. I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming his name as wave after wave, after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

A clean, neutral tone that cut through the space like a decision being made out loud. Both of them went still. A panel on the wall lit up. No screen before it. No transition. Just activation. Keisha’s breathing slowed instinctively. Malik’s posture shifted instantly. “This is it,” he muttered. Keisha didn’t ask what. Because she already knew. The system was no longer observing. It was speaking. A voice came through the room. Not from one direction. From everywhere at once. Neutral. Flat. Controlled. “Instruction acknowledged.” Keisha’s stomach tightened slightly.

Only giving. I feel the empathy network light up. The ten million people watching... they aren't just watching. They are feeling. Unity is broadcasting my pleasure. "Oh god," I cry out as someone uses a flogger—soft, velvet-tipped—on my ass. Thump-soft. Thump-soft. It’s rhythmic. Hypnotic. I climax. It’s the first one. A ripple of golden heat. Then the second. Then the tenth. I lose count after twenty. I am floating in a sea of endorphins. I am sweat and tears and cum. I am a vessel for the world’s desire, purified by consent.

Tessa was curious about Axel's opinion as he swallowed his noodles. Axel's hand immediately grabbed the cup of noodles in Tessa's hand and enjoyed it without saying much. Tessa just smiled and held back her laughter at the sight of Axel eating far more than her starving self. "I'm sure your body is now contaminated with poison. Do you have a personal doctor you can call quickly?" Tessa mocked Axel and handed him his used water glass. "You're the one being blamed." Axel moved quickly to steal Tessa's kiss. **** Notes: Euphoria means a feeling of excitement that arises because of a happy event or certain activities that trigger feelings of happiness.

I beg. I’ve wanted this for so long. Craved this. Thought about this in every possible way yet I never anticipated it to be like this. To make me feel this way. Euphoria. I love not being able to think as euphoria washes over me. A deep, dark chuckle vibrates into my skin. “I love it when you can barely speak.” Cameron whispers, his tongue devouring my body. I feel my body quiver at his touch. Over and over again.

"It's our concept of a honeymoon. Catastrophic pie and scorched toast. Betty's terrible coffee. That cracked vinyl booth where you first confessed you didn't possess the skill to care." "You're serious." "I'm always serious about pie." He releases a laugh, surprised and rough. "Then we travel to the diner. Tomorrow morning. Honeymoon breakfast." "And lunch. And dinner." "Three meals of catastrophic pie?" "Four. We'll order extra." He drags me closer, his lips brushing my temple. "I love you. You're deranged." "I'm consistent. There's a distinction." The fairy lights tremble. The Penobscot Building pumps its steady red beat. The old train station squats in the distance. And Julian Croft, the

Liam jolted awake while his eyes were still shut. 'What is this feeling of extreme... euphoria?' He had never felt it before. But then, the tingling inside his chest, sparks, and fireworks spread to his whole being. Ba-thump! He heard it again, and the effect became even stronger than before. It burns! All of this escalated in a matter of seconds, and in each fraction, he could feel the height of uncontrollable desire and madness accompanying it. It was like feeling a pleasant yet shocking and intense electrical shock, little by little consuming his whole consciousness. And at the end, when the feeling became the clearest, it was like being struck by lighting.

For the first time in my life I was ready to finally let go! Matteo rises from his spot between my legs, his pink tongue licking along the seam of his lips as he gazes at me. Arousal swirls through my middle, my stomach flipping from his stare. I sit up, leaning on my elbows, my insides warm and my head floating. Matteo made me ride the edge of consciousness, blackness rimming my vision and euphoria flooding through my veins the pressure winding through my core combined with the press of his palm making endorphins explode like fireworks and now I’m still riding the high.

her voice cut short into a long moan, her body shaking with the pleasure that slammed into her in successive waves. It felt like she had been thrown into another universe completely. The euphoria possessed her as she spasmed against him. Her eyes watered at the pleasure that went through her over and over again without mercy. Too good. Too. Good.