Guilty Pleasures Mga Nobela at Kwento

Grief and guilt mixed with raw, unstoppable lust. By the time the final prayers were said and people began dispersing, Messi’s mind was already racing ahead to the night. The real mourning — and the real pleasure — was only just beginning.

~Clarissa’s POV~ I stared at the ad on my screen like it had personally called out to the mess I had become. “Need to feel again? Escape heartbreak. Find your pleasure. Join ECSTASY.” The name practically pulsed on the screen. Seductive and Dangerous, like the kind of nightclub your mother warned you about. Ecstasy. Even the name tasted like sin.

“Marcus—Lucas—Damien! I’m yours oh God, right there” His pace turned filthy. “You like me rough? Like me owning this tight cunt while I finger your pretty little clit? Because I’m going to ruin you for anyone else down here.” He slapped my ass again, hard, the sting mixing with the deep, relentless fucking. “Come on my cock, Ava. Soak me.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. I clenched around him, thighs shaking, a broken cry tearing from my lips as pleasure crashed over me in waves. Damien didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, longer, harder, until I was a trembling mess against the wall.

I moaned around the gag, drool already starting to leak from the corners of my mouth. He attached the heavy nipple clamps. I screamed around the gag as the metal bit hard into my sensitive nipples. The added weights made them pull deliciously. Look at those fat nipples, he groaned. So red and swollen. You love the pain, do not you, you filthy little slut? Mmmph, I moaned desperately around the gag. He turned on the large vibrating butt plug and slowly pushed it into my tight ass. I cried out around the gag as it stretched me open and began buzzing deep inside me. The fullness was overwhelming.

I love how her ass and pussy look when she wiggles, especially with the butt plug. "Good girl. What do good girls get?" "Rewards?" she asks. "Yes, they do." I reach between her legs and massage her pussy, sliding a finger into her to touch her G-spot. As I rub the G-spot, I flick the clothespin on her clit a few times. She moans and wiggles, her pussy clenching around my finger. "What a wet, needy slut. No cumming without permission," I feel my boner throb. I reach into my pants and adjust it, giving it a few strokes.

"A man who fucking dumped me out in the cold. Zerina, you should be ashamed of yourself. How could you do such a thing." My mouth kept scolding myself and my brain that should help me stop these sinful activities still encouraged me to keep going. Here I am, without shaming, chasing pleasure as I rubbed faster. I couldn't help but make muffled sounds of moans , my back arched sharply. My hands moved to my left breast, squeezing it hard. "Oh, please" I pleaded to the person that has been in my head for the past two days. "Fuck me, harder. I beg you."

Turning it into a place of sinful confession and the pleasures of the flesh and hence bringing damnation to us. The. END

she continued, her voice dropping into a low purr, “is simple. You do what you want, with who you want. No questions, no labels, no guilt. Just pleasure. Pure, filthy pleasure.” Her hand flicked in the air as if she were sketching the scene for me. “Imagine walking into a room glowing in red light, velvet couches against the walls, music thick and pulsing. You don’t even make it past the entrance before you see a woman on her knees sucking two cocks at once, while another is bent over the bar getting fucked so hard the glasses shake. Nobody hides. Nobody pretends. It’s all out in the open—bodies sweaty, dripping, begging, taking.”

"I should keep you naked tonight, adorned with jewels and nothing else, parading you in front of our guests for all the world to see. Would you like that, Reneigh?" "Um..." Blinking, I could hear the echo of my heart beating in my ears. "Would you enjoy knowing others were watching as I fucked you? Would the shame fuel the woman inside?" Guilt and shame rolled through me and I almost answered yes. He cupped my face with his other hand, finally letting go of my hair. "Never. You are my prize. You are my guilty pleasure. You. Are. Mine." As he crushed his mouth over mine, the animalistic nature as he shoved his tongue all the way into my mouth was intoxicating. I was drunk on his power and dom

[places hands on your chest grabbing shirt] HIM: [slides hand over your waist] Ohho? Collecting I see? Well... why don't you show me your collection? [stares at your body, grabs your hand and unbuttons] If you are so enthusiastic, I don't see why i need to hold back... hehe HIM: [moans] I don't know... just waiting for you i guess? [moans again] Look what you made me do. [Smudges thighs] HER: Oh.....hah! What did i make you do? I wanna see clearly. [moves a bit teasingly over thighs, and slides down slowly with hand movement on your legs]