Hedonistic Novels & Stories

I can't even understand what it is about him that is attracting me to him so fucking much, because apart from his dominant manly appearance and devilishly good look, which God, unfortunately, gave him, he is just one cold-blooded asshole. I'm pretty sure this man has no emotions, he's just a walking robot. But still, I can't stop fantasizing about how good his lips felt on mine or how bad I want his hands sliding down my body as he moans my name. I wanted to do things with him so forbidden, so unholy that it makes me question my fucking moral values. But I promised myself that these 3 days would be for me and me only. I won't let my mother or him ruin this.

She cried helplessly, digging her nails in my back’s skin, which hurt like a bitch! “Y…yes…yes…please…yes,” Her cries were echoing all over the suite. I was dying to hear her say my name. “Please…” I mashed my lips on hers and deeply shoved the finger as much as it allowed and with a twirl, I made her cum all over my finger. She grunted in my mouth, I pulled away to give her some breathing space. “Oh, heavens!” She rubbed her temples while I took the drug Dr. Bianchi gave me for increasing my sexual appetite from the nightstand and gulped it without water. “You like it?” I could see she was still under my magic’s effect.

One hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip. “Look at the lights,” he said, voice rough. “All those people down there have no idea I’m fucking my stepdaughter over a hotel desk right now.” “David…” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Talk dirtier. Please.” “You like that?” He thrust harder. “You like knowing how wrong this is? How I’m using this tight little pussy all weekend like it belongs to me?” “Yes,” I gasped. “It does belong to you. Use me.”

“You’re punishing her because she insulted you and called you ugly and worthless?” I chuckled at his confusion. “No.” I leaned back in my chair and tilted my head. “I am attracted to people who lead fulfilling lives. Since I never had one, how could I possibly let them enjoy all the luxuries life has to offer? Every time I take away their good fortune and leave them trembling on the floor, I get a sadistic thrill, just like I did with her. I take pride in being the only one able to give them a pleasure that money can no longer provide.”

The spaghetti strapped nightdress looked lewd on her ample breasts. "Hmm, you smell like a twenty-year-old young woman and looked like a sixty-year-old old hag," the man smirked. He was lying down on the bed and smoking weed lazily. Madam Hess scowled at the insult. "I did all of these to please you. Don't be ungrateful!" "With my money, Hess. I let you use a large amount of my money through the years. Don't forget that." The man's tone became menacing.

"Yes it is just make marriage your thing," He kept quite and didn't answer Zaroon as if contemplating. After a few seconds with himself, he spoke, "You know I won't. I won't marry at all. I'm fine with fucks. Not more than that can a woman have a role in my life. I extract pleasure and they take my money. That's it. Even if I'd feel any attraction, a mere fuck would be enough to get over her because you know what, I show them money and they are ready to open their legs for me. I've never came across someone whom I'd have an utter temptation to get my hands on. Unique, captivating, enticing and definitely not a slut. Who would make me run for her, who without trying would force me to achieve

I was careful not to put much of my weight on him because I didn't want to cause him more pain than I already was. After placing each of my hands beside his head for support, I began to grind on him forward and backward taking in his cock slowly but deep. I could feel my arousal rising and based on how I felt his cock twitch inside me for a split, I knew his arousal was also the same. I wanted us to have so many orgasms to the extent that we would lose count. Yeah, that was how badly I wanted him. It was a moment of passion and I only wanted us to feel one thing, Hedonism(Immense sexual pleasure).

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

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.

The abrupt penetration of his member left me no choice but to release a cry. “This is how you take a cock, Tesoro.” He expressed frustration as he forcefully penetrated me. Although not angry, he was passionate, while I remained submissive in front of him, willingly enduring the force of his virile dominance. He continued to enter me repeatedly, causing my body to bounce on his hardened member like a fishing line bob. I became consumed by his powerful thrusts, willing to do anything and everything to maintain the pulsating thickness of his manhood within me, as my actions did not align with those of a virtuous individual. Whether it was alcohol or his presence, I was experiencing a heightene