Novel & Cerita Hedonism Stories

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

Roars of the monsters giving goosebumps to the dead, the cart of sorrows was taking an unusual load of worthless hollow corpses, out of time, out of chances, out of what's unreachable, out of words, out of ways, out of land, out of sky, out of day, out of night, out of life into the death. Yeah, another war of greed for power. Another sun was setting in the west. And I was watching it all because this is all I can do for mortality…? Define me how people grow their thoughts from the inch of happiness to the itch of hatred. There are thousands to follow, there are millions of words to listen to, but these creatures turn into an idle when it is about to feel a few emotions of humanity. You can'

The shame was still there, sharp and painful, but it was being drowned out by something far more dangerous , raw, addictive pleasure. Victor kissed her slowly, possessively. “Tomorrow is our last day. I’m going to spend it ruining you so thoroughly that when you go back to your weak little husband, all you’ll be able to think about is how much you want to come back here and spread your legs for me again.” Lena shivered in his arms, torn between crushing guilt and the terrifying realization that she was already looking forward to it.

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

Damon pulled out, watching his cum drip from her well-fucked hole with a mix of satisfaction and regret. He tucked himself away, running a hand through his hair. “This changes nothing about my rules. It was a mistake.” Alia sat up on shaky legs, cum running down her thighs, and smiled. “It wasn’t a mistake. And we both know it won’t be the last time.” She straightened her dress and walked out, leaving him standing there amid scattered papers, the taste of forbidden pleasure still fresh. Professor Damon had finally broken. And Alia had never felt more alive

His eyes were haunted, but his cock stayed buried deep inside me, twitching with aftershocks. The addiction had consumed us both. We were spiraling faster now, fucking like animals in the house of God, risking everything. And the deeper we fell, the more I craved the moment it would all come crashing down. Because when it did, I wanted to be impaled on his cock, filled with his cum, screaming his name in damnation.

“Good. Because I have darker plans for you, little pet. One day I’ll share you. Let my most trusted men watch while I breed you. Maybe even let them taste what’s mine… if you beg nicely.” The filthy promise sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body. Aliyah was scared. She was addicted. And she was starting to realize she didn’t want this month to ever end. She wanted to keep begging for the Wicked.