Novel & Cerita Guilty Pleasure Books

BOOK 3: Chapter 27: Caught Red-Handed When Greg suggested that he was going to come home instantly, Amanda never suspected that it would actually be the same day. Her mind is completely clouded with lust. Nothing else seems to matter anymore. The guilt—whatever was left of it—has long since been burned away by the raw, adulterated pleasure that has completely overtaken her body and soul. After that fifth orgasm, she still isn’t satisfied. Not even close.

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

“My good, corrupted boy.” Guilt crashed over me the second the pleasure faded. I was leaking his cum onto the floor of the church. The stole still hung around my neck like evidence. Tears pricked my eyes even as my body hummed with satisfaction. “What have I done?” I whispered. Gabriel pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip down my thighs with dark satisfaction. He wiped some up with his fingers and pushed it back inside me. “You’ve begun your true devotion,” he said. “And we’re only getting started.”

"If you won't do it then I will i said and before he could finish saying 'wait?' I sat on his dick, i morned and he mourned at the same time. There was an explosion inside my head, his dick was so hard, so hard i wondered why he wouldn't fuck me. I continued to ride him as balls of pleasure keep bursting in my head, i mourned so loud. His dick is the sweetest dick i ever tasted, it is also the warmest, his dick is both long and thick and so firm, gosh, I can sleep on this dick, I can do this all night, a rush of pleasure keeps going through my body as i rode him and as she hears him mourn. (For Dave) i felt like i was in another world following the magical explosion of pleasure i got the sec

Maybe that was exactly why it was the punishment, not the pleasure. When they had sex, even pain used to give pleasure. But when he was punishing her, even the pleasurable thing once she used, felt like a pain. Her blindfold was already wet with tears since she cried in the 1st stage. She was in her thoughts but suddenly a dick was pushed in her pussy and it was the first time she moaned with pleasure during the punishment. "Don't worry, babygirl. This will be the only time you moan with pleasure on this punishment night. The night is still young.” Will spoke as if he could read her mind.

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 15 Caught in the Act The world outside the master bedroom had completely ceased to exist for the two of us. We were entirely, utterly lost in each other, drowning in a thick, suffocating ocean of pure, forbidden pleasure. The painful doubts of the previous day, the lingering fear of the future, and the heavy burden of Michael’s dark mafia lifestyle had all melted away into nothingness, replaced by the white-hot intensity of our sweating skin and the rhythmic, desperate movements of our bodies.

That kind of thing. But what I feel right now. Ultimate pleasure I don't ever expect it feels like. I thought of my foster father. Of the disgust. Of the fear. This wasn’t like that. Not even close. If this is what pleasure is supposed to feel like, then screw all the shame. Screw the guilt. Screw anyone who tried to steal this from me before. For the first time in my life, I wanted to live inside this feeling. Not for him. But for me. ---

I worked him until he was throbbing harder, then he pulled me up and flipped me back into missionary. Legs over his shoulders, folded in half, he slammed in again. The room filled with our heavy breathing, wet slaps, and my broken moans. “Ahh… uh… yes… right there!” Every thrust pushed me closer. My emotions were a storm of pure filthy pleasure,the thought of getting stretched by this huge cock but flashes of Lisa’s flirty smile and creamy fingers creeping in, making my clit throb harder. “I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” he growled, thrusts turning erratic, sweat flying. “Take every fucking drop.”

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

"You're cumming, you're..." "Punishment," he said at last. "Bad girls like you have to risk the possibility that their actions will have consequences that last forever. Everyone might get to find out just how dirty you really are when your womb swells up with the load I just gave you. Everyone will see that you've given in to sin. That you let a man have you and you didn't care enough to protect your own body against his seed." Each word struck with latent potency, and Sophie's lips rounded in a silent cry. A fresh surge of pleasure consumed her, and a wave stronger than the others squeezed itself around Henry's thick shaft.