Novel & Cerita Masochism Quotes

“Say what you are.” “I…” His voice was hoarse, strangled by tension. “I’m a masochist.” I smiled in a slow, sharp manner like a blade being unsheathed. “No,” I breathed, stepping back so he had to feel the loss of me. “You’re my masochist.” His knees buckled, and he sank without hesitation, collapsing to the floor as if gravity were my will alone. My breath caught slightly at the sight. The Professor, Doctor Laurent Marek always pristine, always distant now looking up at me with shame painted cheeks and a desperate, naked hunger in his eyes.

Only I have a right to experience that heaven and no one else. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen, her beauty always makes me lose myself to the extent where I fail to recognise myself. She awakens the madness which I never thought I had in me. I am a psycho bastard and self awareness is a gift. I have done worse than just killing people and I feel no guilt when I say that I enjoy it. I fucking love it when I see blood and hear screams.

She was humping up against me and whining piteously as I kept working her over. "Cáel," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, I've missed you so much." What can I say? A buddy once suggested that if I was less exciting in the bedroom, my ex's might not hurt me so much. I laughed and asked him 'that wouldn't be nearly as much fun now would it?' I'm an idiot. Wait, let's change it up - I am a passionate masochist. "Not yet, Marla," I kissed her.

Whatever it is. I hate him. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word. My mother always says to never hate anyone, that it's a heavy word, like something equivalent to love in a harsh way. But if anyone is deserving of that word, it's him. Massimo Bianchi, the bane of my existence. The poison on my lips. The shadow in my dreams. My sweetest torment. The universe, or Massimo Bianchi in this case, isn't done with me just yet.

He uttered robotically. “So I’m a weakness?” She scoffed, “Is everything about power to you? Does everything have to be about guns and war, why can’t you allow yourself be loved! Don’t be so hard on yourself. You deserve it, you don’t get to be broken because someone treated you like shit!” She cried, Her own story soon seeped into her words , she was hurt—micheal had suffered her and now she was relating her feelings to Massimo. “Guns are all I know, and nobody ever treated me lowly and lived. I take care of my problems, and I’m not hard on myself. I’m just naturally a dangerous man.” His voice stern, like he wanted her to know her place.

A beast who should be caged forever in a lunatic asylum. He laughed aloud, "Same thing my therapist said, you can't hurt me. I slit her throat and fvcked her mouth even though she was laying dead. If you don't give me the code, I will not lose on both ends... I don't care what the Tree does to me... I'll have my way with you even if that's the last thing I do on earth. You have always been my fantasy, Princess Di Marco, you have always been my source of motivation "

I gasp. I bite my lower lip after feeling another slap from him. My body reacts, contracts, excites... Hmm... I declare myself an extreme masochist. This is just sex, and it will stay that way. "Stay still," he orders. "I'm going to fuck you," he mutters. "Today, you've driven me crazy, and I'll fuck you until you scream for more and more." Hearing him say that suffocates me, excites me, and incites me.

I liked what happened between me and Renzo so far, I liked the way he called me schiava and treated me like he owned me. I liked the way he looks at me with possessiveness and ownerships and keeps reminding me that I belong to him in every way. And I loved it when he spanked me or tied me to that thing and made my skin flame red. So yeah, he is right I’m a pervert bitch like he said because I just don’t like it, I loved every moment of it. Even when he humiliated me in front of everyone and made me walk around naked. I’m a fucking masochist and an addict, and Renzo is my fix. He is the drug that I didn’t choose.

“C’mon, we all have our weaknesses. I’m very sure Marcos wants to fuck her like the dog he is.” “It’s a primal position, how else can I explain it to you damn muppets?” He pushes himself up on his arms, chucking a pillow at Cameron’s head. “I’ll be the one laughing when you jizz in a minute. When’s the last time you had real pussy and not your right hand?”

She hisses. "You can call me whatever you want. You can call me a sex addict, bad boy, bad guy, toxic, villain, evil, player, fuckboy, sexist, misogynistic, womanizer, or an asshole. But life will always have assholes like me and there's nothing you can do about it. You can't change or save a man from his dirty deeds. I myself will forever love sex and will continue fucking all the hottest women in the world. I hate how women gets all this praise for expressing their sexuality, while guys gets called perverts and creeps when sharing their desires. You know what, I will continue to express myself sexually no matter how many people hate me. You won't emasculate me!" I vented out.