Masochism Quotes Novels & Stories

His groan slides into my hole, zapping sensations through me, as he licks my flesh in round, soothing circles. FUCK!!! My skin calls to him like a siren song; a strong, irresistible pull arching my waist to his face. “I’m going to kill you, Tristan. Put me down!” I moan through gritted teeth. “You know what that tongue is doing to me. Stop turning me on, I don’t like what’s happening. Please, don’t touch me, I’m begging you. I used to love you then, but now I hate you!” “You’re a masochist.” His hot mouth wars with my sanity. “And you love it.”

“You’re impossible.” “You’re glowing,” he said smugly. “Like, post-sex glowing. Should I order a mirror for the office?” “I’ll strangle you with my tie.” “Promises, promises.” He fed me again. “God, you’re cute when you pout.” “Don’t call me cute.” “Fine. Hot. Filthy. Obscene. My favorite slut.” I choked. “Mason!” “What? You moaned it yourself. Yours, mine—you don’t remember?”

he turned slightly, letting the moonlight glint off his scarred cheek, “I fucking hate bitches that don’t know their hoe behavior.” He chuckled. I exhaled, pinching the bridge of my nose. What kind of ass-up motivational speech was that? We were about to face a legendary soul-devouring, seal-breaking beast, and this man’s speech sounded like he was prepping for a turf war with ghost strippers.

What kind of Jekyll/Hyde shit is he into? “What, you want to have sex with a guy who physically and emotionally abused us for ages? Do you have any bloody self-respect or reason within that thick dog skull, you freaky wolf? You should be kicking his ass now and not sizing his dick. Are you into masochism, idiot? If you are, I am not. Do you want him to torture us back again? You saw how powerful he is. We should be frying that big ding-dong of his with our powers. You should certainly not jump on his dick as a hungry dog to a bone. Did you forget what he was doing to us for ages just because he has a big willy?” I told to obtuse Lycan. God, it is so good to have her here with me, but sometim

he taunted, slicking himself with lube before thrusting in roughly, no preamble, just pure dominance. He fucked Eli hard, each thrust jolting the chains and making Eli's restrained cock strain painfully against the cage. Zeke's hands gripped Eli's hips, fingers digging into the fresh welts, heightening the pain as he pounded into him. "Take it, you masochistic whore—feel every inch," Zeke snarled, his pace brutal, claiming Eli completely. Eli's body convulsed, the sensory overload pushing him to the brink, his cries echoing in the room.

— Madonna , I have never masturbated so much in my entire life. Panting, I grabbed the counter. Tingles gathered and pulsed, little trails of light that multiplied until they became a wave of pleasure rushing toward me. I tried to hold on, wanting to prolong this as long as I could. — You should get used to masturbating. It's the only satisfaction you will have. “Let's see,” he snapped, his fist flying under his dick. —Cazzo, Francesca.

My blood boiling, I walked to his side and slapped him. “You psycho, I hope you have an eternity in that cell! You monster, nobody will want to get married to you with this whole killer lifestyle you've got!” “A killer lifestyle, common now. You could say something better than that. Don't need to fret, I'll be out soon. Who knows what may happen then?” He said grinning evily. Wanting to say one more thing, Mason held my hands. I looked at him and he shook his head. His way of saying don't say anything, you've said enough. I sighed.

"I'm barely holding myself back right now." "Then release me. You won't be tortured if we are stood a few steps apart on the ground," I replied, still trying to get away from him. "But I like having you close," he replied softly. "Especially now." "You are a masochist." "You have no idea," he responded darkly. My heart skipped a beat as he spoke. "I love being tortured by you. And if possible, I'd love for you to feel some of the pain too."

He coldly said, "Don't think that just because you have something on me, you can act recklessly, Saxon. You shouldn't test my patience and push everyone to the brink." "The way you look when you're angry is still so charming!" Saxon's emerald green eyes glistened with hunting excitement, like a demon that had been hungry for thousands of years, sensing the scent of the soul he coveted. That strange look made Jessica's heart race with fear! Mr. Marcus once mentioned that Saxon enjoys sadomasochism. Judging by his behavior of abusing young boys and girls, it seemed that he enjoyed inflicting pleasure on others' pain. He should be a sadist. However, looking at him now, with his eerie smile and

“Although it makes people who know me to tag me as insane, but it prevents me from focusing on the fact that sometimes I impose violence on other people whenever I feel like it. The presence of pain in my life makes me forget that I have antisocial personality disorder.” I am sure my answers left Dr. Dawit somewhat speechless, because he kept on staring at me with wide eyes and his jaw dropped open. He blinked multiple times as if recovering from his shock. “Zamani, I am glad that you have not lost your sense of self. I understand that you indulge in masochism in order to stop yourself from hurting others. But, has it ever crossed your mind to physically hurt someone?”