Painful Pleasure Novels & Stories

The line between pain and pleasure blurred, and gradually, the pain became a catalyst for her pleasure. She panted with urgency, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, her slender calves gliding over his strong hips. Her toes curled, desperately clawing at him as she let out moans of pleasure. The tip of his manhood, swollen to its maximum, released its essence into her while he gently nibbled on her nipple, causing her to shudder with delight.

He wet his hand with saliva and then slowly used two of the fingers to caress my pussy. " Fuck!! Don't stop". I moaned, slowly talking in gibberish.. " Yeah, I fucking want to be inside you" He moaned , giving the same equal amount of desire. After fingering my pussy stimulating me to be wet enough for his veiny dick, he rubbed a bit of saliva on his dick and went inside me . " Oh my god! That's so tight". He moaned and it was right to my ear..

Ezrene's entire body shook in pleasure the moment she felt him shoving the first thrust. It was extremely deep and rough too which shuddered something inside her aggressively. It hurt her but the pleasure it brought with that pain was extremely terrifying to her. How could pain come with pleasure like this? Could this be possible for a sane human to even feel bliss from pain?

My knees buckled as unbridled pleasure invaded me, launching me into abysmal passion. His fingers were merciless as they swam inside my wet pussy and his thumb continued torturing my clitoris. It felt as if I might die from pleasure when his mouth closed over one of my breasts, kissing, licking and sucking. I could feel heat building up in my nipples and they soon felt as if they were on fire, just like every other part of my body.

In the middle of the savage fucking and methodical thrusts, my belly tightens, my nipples pucker and my skin heat so suddenly, I think he’s probably killing me with his thing. “Mmm. Such a good girl. Do you feel your cunt milking my cock?” My mouth falls open, but only choked gasps escape. My heart thunders as the tightening heightens and the pain morphs into the exact opposite. Pleasure. Boundless. Absolutely insane. It’s the type of desire that comes from extreme pain. The knowledge that he wants me so much, he’s hurting me. He wants to hurt me. He finds pleasure in chasing, manhandling, and fucking me like an animal.

The pain was sharp, but underneath it, there was a flicker of pleasure, a dark, thrilling spark that promised something more. He pushed in a little deeper, and the pain began to fade, replaced by a feeling of fullness so intense it was almost unbearable. He was so big, so thick, stretching her in a way she had never been stretched before, claiming her, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.

They why all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting? When he’s completely inside me, he stopped moving and started kissing my lips hungrily like the thread of his patience is just a millimeter at most. I could feel him inside me, truly feel him. This is so new, the feeling, the way this affects me, the way I’m liking having sex with a man not my husband, this is pure pleasure. A Sinful Pleasure. He started pulling out slowly and I cried as I felt my flesh followed the rhythm of his move.

I hate to admit I enjoyed the thrill. But when he held me in those dark woods and broke me, I wanted nothing but to get away from him. I wanted to be anywhere else. The pain was horrendous. My best friend, Jess, once told me she liked having that kind of sex with her boyfriend, and that she enjoys it. But how can something that painful ever feel good? I don't like it. I don't ever want to try it again. The only reason I felt any pleasure was because it was with Lex. The thought of him breaking me in a way no man had ever done, brought me a twisted kind of satisfaction. The pain entwined with the pleasure and I almost lost consciousness.

He didn't use a condom; he didn't care about the risks, only the reward of claiming her completely in the middle of her own sanctuary. He grabbed her ankles and shoved her legs wide, pinning them against his waist. With one brutal, driving thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Sloane screamed, the sound echoing through the empty office, her internal muscles clamping tight around him in a desperate grip. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pleasure and pain that blurred the edges of her vision. He began to hammer into her, his pace frantic and relentless, each strike hitting her cervix with a force that made her entire body shudder.

Rest well and if it's not too forward, may I suggest that quenching your own thirst will help provide such relief for your personal well-being. Yours Annalita. I stared, unseeing, at the screen. That was not at all what I should've wrote. The negative thoughts were being out weighed by something else entirely, A feeling that was foreign to me. My abdomen was tight and tense, a heavy ache settling between my thighs, it was exquisite torture. Before I could talk myself out of it, my hand slid down to where the ache was worst. My fingers quickly coated in my own wetness, they moved steadily along the slick folds, slipping in and out, brushing my upper wall to find the spot that would bring me m