Painful But Desirable Novels & Stories

I didn't care that his fingers and mouth worked wonderfully well together, and that he squeezed my thighs tightly, keeping me as still as possible, preventing my body from rising. I didn't care that I was blaspheming in five different languages while he devoured me. It didn't matter that I was hurting the man who gave me pleasure by holding his hair, pulling him to me, moving my hip to give him as much space as possible. I was more than desperate, I was doing everything to get to that intense place, to which I rarely reached with any man. I knew that he would be worth all my time at that moment, that he was much more than he seemed, and I was a miserable woman who seriously thought that just

Sure, he was handsome and rich, but he was also building a dangerous weapon that could cause a lot of harm. ‘I don't think that's a good idea, Grandma,’ she said gently. ‘I don't think Mr. Johnson and I are right for each other.’ ‘But why not?’ her grandmother pressed. ‘He's handsome, rich, and successful. And he cares about you.’ ‘I just don't think we have the same values,’ Unise said, trying to find a way to explain her feelings without revealing too much. ‘I appreciate what you have done for me, but I don't think we're meant to be together’.

He replied, leaning back into his desk like he was waiting for me to make a decision. My lips were swollen, patches of skin on my neck felt tender and my body sang with so much need I couldn't fight. And I didn't want to fight it. I made my way over to him with one thought in mind: to enjoy most of it tonight.

“We’re just discussing literature. Nothing to be afraid of dear.” “I know, Professor,” she whispered, cheeks burning. Her modest white sundress suddenly felt really thin to her. “It’s just… some of these passages are very… vivid.” Ryan leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he reached past her to turn the page of the open book. “That’s the beauty of it. Desire hidden beneath propriety. The way a single touch or glance can awaken something primal.” His fingers brushed the side of her neck. “Tell me, sweet girl… have you ever felt that kind of desire?”

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

“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,