Hedonistic Novels & Stories

"It was like no one else was there." "When I get like that? There's nothing but pleasure. I get tunnel vision," she said. I fucked her slowly, rhythmically. "You don't have to describe it," I told her. "I understand it completely. I love sex. I love pursuing it. I love fucking new people. The hedonistic pursuits are my speciality. I want to share all of them with you." "I hope you mean that," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and sighing as I penetrated her. We each came in turn, and Kat suggested we get some more coke if we wanted to keep going.

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 pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving out every last bit of restraint I had left. She was too warm. Too tight. Too perfect. Sin never felt this good. "You think this will cleanse you?" I hissed, teeth grazing her ear. "Letting me ruin you like this?" She nodded—shaking, helpless, a mess beneath my touch. But I knew better. She wasn't here for redemption. She was here to drag me down with her. And I was letting her. Gladly. She clenched around me, her body spasming as she came with a muffled whimper against my hand. That was all it took.

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

She countered and he laughed. "How about I drive you to a hotel and hand you over to someone else, you'll be lucky to get released without paying any ransom" "But..but..but" "I’m poor, I need money to get rich and also get more strippers" He taunted. "Why do you like strippers? are they better than other girls?. Strippers are the cheapest you could afford I guess” "You see, yes. Strippers are sexier, great lovers and also they drive you insane" He whispered into her ear and opened the room.

Another synonym for chocoholics, because it should concentrate chocolate and sugar to leave them like a colorful popsicle, with confetti, and it jumped from illegal factories to the kitchen of the family home, with deaths from sodomy and cannibalism, sex for more than 36 hours, cooking the man with pheromones and sex waves, which made them combust and kill the woman.

Then, he pulled me up and hugged me tight while I wrapped my arms around his neck. “It was so good, babe, thank you.” Instead of getting mad, I pitied him. If it were not for his disorder, he would have enjoyed it better than this. And I would have been happier and satiated. Yet, he was already enjoying those quick and hurried methods of satisfaction. “Zed, I’m not done yet. Can you help me?”

I cried out in pain. He pulled me by my hairs and brought me closer to him. He grabbed me from behind and cupped my face. "Humans or wolves, angels or devils, no one could ever resist my charms, my power, my beauty. You think you can get away so easily? After all these years, I finally found the one who can make me surpass my own charms, I could never think that anyone could ever make me feel like this, anyone would ever be able to make me interested in them, because I was so full of myself. I never thought anyone could ever fulfill my standards. How can you even think of rejecting me? I am an alpha. I didn't ask for your opinion. If an alpha wants something, he gets it. A mere wolf like you

Even though a part of me knew to feel shame, the other part, the one that had snuck glances at him and masturbated to the thought of him fucking me raw, that part was enjoying every humiliating moment. It became difficult to focus on any more chores and the difficulty became impossible when I turned to see Luther spread out on the bed, his dick out, jerking off to the sight of my body. "Mr. Aster!" "Fuck, I need you to suck my cock, darling." His voice sounded smoky and dry like he was racing to the edge. The sight made my cunt drip even more, demanding attention. Or more specifically, demanding the massive cock in front of me to fuck my cunt.

Uses pleasure as a tool of control. SEBASTIAN: The most brutally physical. Fucks hard and fast without preamble. Wants to hear her cry. Enjoys degradation and pain play within negotiated limits. Least psychological, most primal. Doesn't apologize for his desires. Direct and crude. Uses her body like equipment, but equipment he treasures.