Hedonistic Novels & Stories

Sabrina muttered alone. “That’s good if you know.” “You’re lying.” But Cole didn’t even consider the option. He didn’t buy that third-rate excuse at all. “I am not. Rescuing poor whores from serfdom and granting them new lives? No, Dionysus was a God of Entertainment. He was perfect. Too perfect. I found myself enjoying someone having sex with another. That’s where Dionysus slips in. I am a voyeur. I enjoy watching, not engaging.”

My senses heightened, and my mind focused solely on the pleasure that he was giving me. I felt alive, more alive than I had ever been. Hades’ touch was a fire that ignited the passion within me, a force that drove me to the brink of ecstasy. He kept sucking me, and his tongue became more aggressive until I could no longer take it. “Ahhh! H-Hades!” I tried pushing his head, but he stubbornly refused, giving me more pleasure that I couldn't take anymore. “S-Stop! C-Can’t take it—ohhh!” My plea fell on deaf ears as he continued devouring me, draining all my energy left. “So gooood! Ohhh! S-Something’s coming!”

A pleased smile swept across his face. He squeezed his fingers between her legs and stroked her pussy through her soaking panties. Was it too early to say he was growing addicted to her taste, her warmth and her sweet moans ? He liked sex but more than that, he liked killing. He was a fanatic who derived great pleasure in shedding blood. Having people at his feet, begging for life fills him with immense joy. Nothing could top the thrill of seeing his bullets drilling into his enemies' flesh. He was addicted to the pleasure it gave him. The pleasure of flesh always came second. But with her, it felt different. She was so soft, so accomodating and so responsive, he couldn't help but feel addic

Some of it was just nasty and degraded all involved, others had looked exciting, sensual, and some of it had seemed hedonistic. Some of it, well some of it was obviously the result of people losing all control and had seemed wildly erotic. Id gone through lists: lesbian sex, straight sex, orgies, doms and subs; classic porn and new porn, some even labeled ladies porn, meant for the discerning woman. Id watched it all, and Id found a lot of it intriguing, but maybe not for me. I always went back to one category, no matter what, though.

Master Hero exclaimed as if protesting on limiting his ejaculation. "Your case is a sexual disorder, Hero. You have satyriasis, a hypersexual condition like a nyphomaniac for female term. You have excessive sexual craving, a very high appetite for sex. You're very young, it is normal to have hypersexuality at your age but in your case it's excessive. You are lucky to have girlfriend that could understand you and willing to quench your insatiable sex drive. Maybe we can still try to cure it. Try to have many masturbation before meeting her. Divert your attention to other things. Do you fancy other women for sex?" Dr. Ellis explained to Master Hero.

As for the painting, I've had it framed and it's beside my bed, one of the very first things that will leave with me when I go to New York. ....there was something I really wanted to paint and thinking about it made things easier.... "Wanton: undisciplined, playful, reckless, luxurious, extravagant. I have no idea why I'm starting a farewell speech like this, but then again, I am a nerd, so–" The crowd laughs and I smile along with them even as my eyes search for a pair of molten chocolate ones.

This would give Demetrius the satisfaction that he was not the only one affected. I could still hear him, the loud groans of pleasure as he neared his release. I could just imagine it. The fast movement of his hand as he pumped his díck even closer to an orgàsm, the hot water as it slid down his naked body. I hadn't realise I was touching myself until I felt the hot wetness beneath my fingers. I didn't stop. I moved my fingers rapidly on my cìlt, I covered my mouth to muffle my screams of pleasure, I couldn't help myself, I was in ecstasy. As Demetrius' moans grew louder, so did my release and I could feel my juices pooling down my leg and onto the bed. "Shit, shit , shit!" I cursed as I clo

"Completely decadent." "Of course." He winked. "It's part of my personality." Then his face sobered. "All right. You should know I am a hard-core Dom. I demand complete submission from my subs in the bedroom. Sometimes in other places, but never in public. This is private between two people. But I often have extreme tastes." She looked in his eyes, trying to read inside him. She saw nothing that frightened her. "That's fine." "Is it? Are you sure? Last chance to back out, Bree. Say you've changed your mind and I'll drive you right back to your hotel."

And yet, another. An insatiable hunger spread through her, an unquenchable fire igniting in her. She didn't know why, but the image of her dildo suddenly crept up in her head and she did a mental note to discard it later. Here she was, receiving pleasure that even two dildos of her kind couldn't offer. "Steven" Vandana moaned, throwing her head against the headboard "Yes baby. Say my name like I'm doing things to you" He said, increasing his pace

I could smell it with every breath I took; it was thick, sweet, and unmistakable, its lingering presence filling my lungs as he continued thrusting into my pussy relentlessly. The sweet and addictive scent of his cologne wrapped itself around me, it gradually became something I longed for with every passing moment. My breath was heavy and laboured; I was incoherent, screaming and moaning in pleasure as Ethan and Noah moved to stand on each side of the bed with their thick and hard cock in their hands as they masturbated to the sight of Ryan fucking my slippery pussy. "Oh fuck, please don't stop," I shamelessly begged as Ryan's dick literally rocked my world. The feeling was blissful and plea