Hedonistic Novels & Stories

Cara’s Pov Ace had me bent over the edge of Kent’s desk. My husband’s scent lingered in the air, slowly mixing with the lewd smell of forbidden sex. My fingers white knuckle the edge of the table, my lips wide open in pleasure as Ace continued his brutal fuck. The forbidden thrill only made my core clench tighter, causing Ace to grunt, his hand smacking my arse. “You like me taking you in places that he has been? You enjoy that I am filling your greedy cunt,” each word was authenticated with a thrust.

Damen sipped his drink and said, “It’s a thing, like, when she and I, and our friend- James, went to eat sushi for the first time she stood up on a chair and said, ‘We are not sushi virgins anymore.' She was way too happy about it." Penelope laughed again. She liked how Nora and Damen were so close and they were giving her good company. She hadn’t felt like this in months. To have friends like this. To enjoy hanging out with people. To laugh. To enjoy. To be carefree. She finally had made friends who were not throwing snarky remarks at her and trying to freak her out. She felt happy. She felt relieved. ***

I can drive however fast and reckless I want as the police daren’t stop it after seeing my licence since it is a specially made licence exclusively for my family. I like the rush of adrenaline that comes with speed so I drive as recklessly as possible and also because there is a small chance that I could get rid of this life but that sadly seems to be out of question since I am a damn good driver. I finally reached my high school and parked in my destined parking space.

but if I already slept with him who cares if we do it here". I couldn't take my eyes off him, he was a fucking rich man in every way, handsome, seductive, his gaze causes deep havoc that leaves me breathless when he is so close to me. Everything was very well ordered, there was nothing out of place, I feel him hug me from behind while his lips wet the skin of my neck causing me a sensation of aphrodisiac ecstasy that made me lose my mind —I will be the dessert after all. —One that only I will enjoy. "god, I melt madly when he is so possessive of me." He pulls me back as if I were his prey, when I feel my ass bump against his couch, seeing his white shirt somewhat unbuttoned, I couldn't resis

I will take revenge on you. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ NOTE : An aphrodisiac is a substance that increases sexual desire, sexual attraction, sexual pleasure, or sexual behavior. [Source taken from Wikipedia] See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️ Stay safe and keep healthy, guys;)

* "What? That I'm secretly some kind of sadist?" *That you're trying to suppress fundamental parts of your sexuality because you think they make you a bad person. But Xenois, pleasure and pain can coexist. Dominance and love aren't mutually exclusive. The old you understood that. This new version is so busy trying to be 'good' that you've neutered yourself.*

He wants to make this last and I never want it to end. “Shit, you feel good,” he breathes into the base of my neck. His teeth graze my throat and I shudder from his touch. Soft moans leave my lips, joining Damien’s low sighs in a harmonious song of hedonism. The tempo increases with each stroke, and soon it is a tune of sharp cries and deep, throaty groans. I feel it growing inside of me, and my whimpers evolve into agonized yelps with his increasing length. It’s painful yet oh so pleasurable and the combination brings me to my brink. My flame is now a wildfire and only he can extinguish it. I feel it; feel it building inside me, climbing higher and higher. Damien’s expression is a mixture o

He wants to make this last and I never want it to end. “Shit, you feel good,” he breathes into the base of my neck. His teeth graze my throat and I shudder from his touch. Soft moans leave my lips, joining Damien’s low sighs in a harmonious song of hedonism. The tempo increases with each stroke, and soon it is a tune of sharp cries and deep, throaty groans. I feel it growing inside of me, and my whimpers evolve into agonized yelps with his increasing length. It’s painful yet oh so pleasurable and the combination brings me to my brink. My flame is now a wildfire and only he can extinguish it. I feel it; feel it building inside me, climbing higher and higher. Damien’s expression is a mixture o

If I was not betrothed to one, I would easily find myself losing it into one, if not even all three of them. And yet this is where I have started to fail to notice the true effect they have on a man, for as it goes, they lure you in with their beauty, and then they shall move in and do as they desire. It is believed, rather said, that they feel an intense rush of pleasure when their victims carry out atrocities against their loved ones. Like the people they infect, they feel intense feelings of euphoria. Yet this does not last long that is why they get easily bored and venture off to find others.

He’s hacking the hardware. And the tools… Christ, the tools. The sound. The vibrator. The tape. It’s not just about penetration. It’s about instrumentation. He’s not having sex; he’s conducting a symphony of degradation on her flesh. Every moan, every twitch, every wetness is a data point confirming his mastery. It turns arousal into a forensic science. That’s a profoundly male kind of corruption, taking something intimate and making it clinical, turning pleasure into a measurable output of his own design.