Painful But Desirable Novels & Stories

' I don't plan on returning " she answered In a nasty tone. Her reply made me feel hurt, I couldn't believe I was actually liking this girl. Apart from her beauty and physical features, she made me feel what I have not felt for in years; something Cathy denied me of. I don't want to loose her, I thought. I gently looked around at the cameras and laughed mockingly. 'Cathy didn't know i disconnected all the cameras in my office'. ****** (Author's POV) She looked at him feeling satisfied, her plans had worked out perfectly. She really wanted to make his life miserable but she had to keep her promise of only seducing him to get the properties.

I ask. The glint in his eyes is almost devilish. "It appears you enjoy pain as much as I enjoy giving it." He bites me again, and I moan as he does, enjoying being devoured by him. It's an odd sensation, enjoying pain along with pleasure. The perfect blend of it he gives me feels addicting. "Please fuck me," I beg, trying to roll my hips under his immense weight. The need for friction is so consuming, as he keeps me pinned and immobile beneath him.

Want rises sharp and immediate. The room tightens. I force myself to stillness. The pressure eases. Eliza notices the moment it does. She flicks her gaze to me, something unreadable crossing her face. Gratitude. Pain. Pride. Maybe all three. I have never wanted to touch someone so badly in my life. Which tells me touching her would be catastrophic. I used to think desire was simple. You wanted. You acted. You lived with the consequences like a man. This is different.

I won't be hurt anymore now. I trained myself to the pain of him going in and out of me. Until I became numb to the pain and I could feel the slight tickle caused by his length. I was moaning, not from pure pain, but from the mixture of happiness and intense pain that I was experiencing at that time. "Ugh," he groaned. ."You're right, Klara… you're still desirable like before," he said breathlessly. "Even though many of us have entered here, you are still delicious, you are still delicious." Then his thrust becomes deeper and deeper every time.

"I'm wired differently than most people, or maybe just most women, or hell, maybe just most women I know. Sweet sex has a time and a place, but primarily it's not in my life. I want to feel our encounter tomorrow and a couple days after that. I want visible signs of it when I take a shower. Each movement, sitting or standing, that sore feeling women like in their pussy, I want it all over my body. I want remnants of your handprints staining my ass tomorrow, bite marks on my breasts. I need to hurt every time I sit down to pee, my pussy too sensitive to wear anything but a billowy dress. With every movement of a muscle, I want to remember that my body was used for someone else's pleasure. Tha

He bit my ear and said in a low voice, "I would love to hear my name in them the most." And once again I let myself be defiled by him because there's nothing I can do, I have to comply with his desires. I lost myself in his vicious acts but they aren't vicious at all; they were gentle, but to me they are menacing and toxic because I can keep up with his desires but the gentleness that invokes unwanted emotions in me; They are unbearable. They are horrendous. If he marries for desires, then why stop those urges? It's almost like he can't hurt me, even if he wants to, the most incomprehensible thing ever.

“His job? He’s supposed to pleasure you and make feel nothing, but pleasure until your body covers him with that warm bodily fluid your body releases once it’s spot has been stabbed, repeatedly.” Oh my god! His words were lethal to me. He pulled my shorts down a little bit and I shook my head at him. “Eric, no.” I whispered. “I don’t think I can take you.” Eric kissed my neck, forcing a moan from me. Oh my god, I thought. A human making me feel that good was not a normal one. Did he do that with the two he was just with? I was able to see why they wanted him. He was not just sexy; he had what girls wanted inside of them. The length, the girth and from the way he had me, I knew that was not g

Hanan know she Have to suffered thé pain of à forbidden love, a love she knows she can never have. sometimes she feel like telling hafiz how she feel about him but she couldn't because she do know hé always look at her as a sister so she decided to keep her desire as a secret to herself. sometimes she wishe she can say it to someone just to ease thé pain in her heart maybe she could tell her bestfriend but she didn't trust Amani uncontrollable mouth and her mum would just give her a piece of motherly advice, she Have to suffer alone, loving thé man she want to be with from afar it was such an Afflictive desire,

My hips lifted instinctively, seeking more, chasing the rhythm he set, desperate for every ounce of friction he offered. “Yes—yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I cried out, my voice shaking, choked with both pleasure and urgency. The pressure inside me coiled, tight and unbearable, a knot pulling tighter and tighter until it felt as though my body might shatter under it. It wasn’t discomfort; it was the sweetest torment, the most addictive ache.

Unbelievable! .............…................................. Sofia paced to and fro thinking of what to do. Sadie has really stepped on her toe and it's hurting her so badly. For knowing her secrets, Sadie doesn't deserve to live. She will create pain for her. The pain will break her for eternity. Sofia smiled mischievously, for her plan to work, she needs to make peace with Sadie. That way she can deal with her. " Wait for it Sadie, you won't know what hit you. It will be so hard that you might either die or choose to live in pain and agony for the rest of your life "