Painful But Desirable Novels & Stories

“But how…” “Because there is a fine line between the two,” I explain, clamping one of her nipples so another naughty orgasm escapes. “Pain can feel good, and pleasure can be painful. When together, it’s almost unbearable,” I continue, watching her juices explode onto the comforter beneath her. “Look at how fucking excited you’re getting from both.” It was more than I could have imagined, and I knew I was going to become addicted to this. “You like it, don’t you?” I continue, clamping her other nipple.

He felt the pain. She was angry.

"Don't act as I'm pulling teeth out of your mouth. Don't you desire me? I certainly desire you...." From where did this all came from? He face me "oh...I desire you. I desire you when I wake up in the morning, when I feel you near, smell you, touch you. I desire you wildly when I see you without much clothing on. when you smile. Resisting​ you is the most difficult thing I ever had to endure. To me you are perfect and all I want to is kiss your body from head to toe and give you the pleasure you never thought possible to feel." His has his eyes red and his breathing's fast.

His beautiful brown eyes were so deep that you could get lost if you stared long enough, she was usually lost in those ocean eyes. His handsome face had that distant look which she could not describe with words, and his bright smile which reached up to his eyes and wrinkled them, showed off his humanity and simplicity. Often she could see a hint of pain in his sparkling eyes, which would disappear as soon as his bright smile took over. She noticed that sometimes he smiled too bright even when he was hurting like when she chased him out of her room, which perhaps revealed how much agony he concealed within himself.

The frustrated shush ffrom moments earlier, transforming to small ones of reassurance as she winced and hissed in pain. I had to fully concentrate on the task at hand. The feel of her skin beneath mine and her beautiful doe-eyes were incredidibly distracting. I liked to think that I was having a similar effect on her as she jumped up quickly and moved away from me to make coffee. It was almost cute.

That’s cool. American movies taught us that to fail and to feel pain is another word for having success in life. And I am cool with that. I think they discovered something deeper. I'm a masochist: this means I get pain from pleasure. Precisely so. Then, well, I know it sounds weird or even wrong, but it is so damn right. The problem is only that not so many people share this feeling with me.

It was a pain I couldn't describe. "Ahh! J-Jeanne..." Leo's voice with a small sigh seemed to make the fire in my body burn me even more. I could feel Leo's manhood in mine. It is twitching and getting bigger. It hurts, but it also makes my mind blank. "I-It hurts... L-Leo, it h-hurts... hnggh!" It really hurts. But strangely, my body seems to no longer be able to differentiate between pain and pleasure, because on the other hand, I actually feel satisfaction when something touches the deepest part of my femininity. It was painful, but also delicious.

To never mix business with pleasure was one of my self-governing rules. She had been too peculiar for me to be attracted to her then, and her obvious attraction to me had been sad, border-lining pathetic. I liked women submissive, not desperate. It was not a situation where she was unattractive, God knew she was. She was petite and I was into taller women, but she had insist that 5’4” was enough of a woman for me. I had hoped she understood she would have to make up for her height with something other than a loud mouth.

“But… It looks painful. She looks like she’s suffering.” Hunter shook his head, his dark eyes unblinking. “It’s not suffering, Bella. It’s called painful pleasure. She may scream, she may writhe, she may cry but every second of it is something she consents to. If she asks him to stop, he’ll stop. But right now? She’s enjoying it. She wants it.” Mirabella shook her head slightly, still processing. Her voice was faint but steady. “Some people… actually like that?”

“Not normal is exciting, Red.” “But painful,” he murmured. “I know,” I whispered, wishing to tell Red that our being together would never be normal and always be painful unless the universe decided to lift this curse that seemed to embrace me tightly.