Guilty Pleasures Novels & Stories

I act so well, moan so good while having sex with my ex, Daniel. He did his best, I couldn’t break his confidence. I deserved an Oscar, I know that. He brags about how good he makes me feel. We dated for 1 year and 3 months, I couldn’t keep up with being with him since I couldn’t get satisfied by him. I didn’t like the idea of cheating on him, so I try to enjoy everything he does. The foreplay, the moments, the looks. They all go so well until he is in and starts doing what he does worst. Then he goes on saying “Call me daddy, you little slut” for someone I’m acting up for.

My throat flutters as he curses low, hips flexing to nudge deeper. He pushes so deep that I gag again. Saliva spills from the corners of my mouth, dripping hot down his cock and over his balls, making everything slick and filthy. The room fills with wet, obscene sounds—slurp, slurp—my mouth sucking, swallowing, the soft slap of my lips meeting his base with every deep stroke. My hands press on his thighs, and his muscles tremble under my palms.

Cool air kissed my skin, exposing the delicate black lace thong I’d worn. Damien’s palm smoothed over my ass, almost gentle, before he hooked two fingers into the thin strap and ripped the lace aside with a sharp tear. I gasped at the sudden exposure. “You're a greedy little slut,” he said, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. “You’re already soaked for the man who just bought your soul.” He used thick fingers to spread my folds. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, fighting the moan rising in my throat. When he circled my swollen clit with brutal precision, my hips jerked involuntarily.

"Oh no." "You knew I was awake?" Sophia grinned wickedly. "I had a suspicion." Pamela threw a pillow at her. "You're disgusting." "Correction- 'we' are disgusting, but in the best way. Sophia wiggled her eyebrows. "And since when do you care? You've watched p**n before." "Not 'live' p**n!" Sophia giggled, handing her a glass filled to the top with wine. "Well, now you have. And you're welcome."

The cool air that enveloped my body smelt of a light warm cinnamon. Each display stand or cabinet was clearly displayed and labelled, lubes, whips, chains, vibratory and butt plugs were just a few signs that caught my eye and aroused my pleasure. On the wall a thin plasma screen hung which was silently playing a DVD. The film featured a young woman gobbling on a large cock whilst having her ass hole pounded. A huge grin ran across her face as she sucked the cock. The man withdrew to release an extraordinarily large load across the

The Club had used the chaos to pull me back in. Now I was being sent to their most exclusive and feared facility: The Pleasure Prison, a private island resort disguised as a high-security rehabilitation center for the ultra-wealthy. In reality, it was a luxurious prison where the Club’s most valuable toys were kept, trained, and broken under the guise of “therapy.” Two guards in black uniforms met me on the tarmac. They didn’t speak as they removed my coat, leaving me completely naked except for the collar. The cool island breeze brushed against my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly.

Flashbacks of the pleasure I had given myself in the bathtub came to mind, and suddenly my being flooded with guilty pleasures. Without realizing what I was doing, my body was sending explicit invitations to him. I bit hard into my bottom lip and the hand holding my towel almost let it go. I didn’t keep track of anything. He was giving me a hard time, and I was doing everything I could to show him he could come up to me.

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

I needed release. My hands shook as I pushed back from the desk. The laptop screen still glowed with her latest video paused mid-moan, her pussy stretched wide around a thick silicone cock, juices glistening on her thighs. I stood on unsteady legs, walked to the nightstand, and opened the bottom drawer. There it was: the toy I had bought on a whim over a year ago and barely used. A sleek pink rabbit vibrator, curved for g-spot pressure, with soft silicone ears designed to hug the clit perfectly. I had hidden it away out of guilt, but tonight guilt had no place here.

I pressed my hands against the cool surface behind me, steadying myself, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being taken, owned, and desired all at once. There was no room for guilt or shame in this moment—only the sinful pleasure of surrender.