Piercing Of Unimaginable Joy Novels & Stories

And I do, drink in every line, every shadow, every promise written across his skin. My eyes track the trail of hair down his stomach, watch his fingers dip to the waistband of his jeans. He’s watching me watch him, lips curling into a smirk like he already knows I’m about to lose it. He pushes his pants down slow, like he’s giving me a show, and yeah, I’m watching. Then I see it. Pierced. A gleaming barbell right through the thick head of his cock, shaped like a Saint Andrew’s cross. I swear my breath catches so hard it punches heat straight through me. My eyes go wide.

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."

Everyone froze and My voice got louder. “Will time go backwards?!” I demanded. “Will we return to the day before I burned your documents? Before I said those horrible things to you? Before your brother died?!” I took a step forward “No!” I screamed. “None of it will change!” And then— I dropped to my knees. Right onto the shattered glass. The sharp pieces cut into my skin instantly and for a second, no one moved. Jerry’s rage disappeared from his face as shock took over.

The kisses of a devotee, of a grateful supplicant. And I remain here, in the whirlwind of his cataclysmic happiness. I am a pillar of salt. I see his joy, I hear his vows, I feel the burn of his tears on my skin. And deep inside me, beneath the terror and the stupefaction, something else cracks. A final dam.

And I fucking loved it. That's the worst part. Not the blood or the pain or the fact that I can literally feel air moving inside me because he stretched me so wide. It's that somewhere between the tears and the begging and the feeling of those piercings dragging against my insides, I came so hard I blacked out. I'm disgusting. I should be disgusted. But all I feel is empty. Hollow. Like my body is waiting for him to fill it again. Fuck. How did we even get to this?!

He had committed fully heart and mind. As one we moved into fierce tender embrace, his broad calloused palm engulfing tiny fingers instinctively even as his wondering laugh invited joyful peels of baby mirth. A luminous peace haloed us three for this timeless instant no outside darkness could mar. However sorrow yet stalked our borders, today love claimed righteous victory, Pierce triumphant heralding future's hope reborn.

“You, I am not sure if I want to know about where you are pierced, but I am pretty sure how my baby knows about it. Doesn’t it hurt getting pierced in such a sensitive place?” I must be crimson by now and Nova is burying their face against my chest. “Um, yeah it hurt, any piercing hurts, but it also increases some pleasurable sensations,” I reply bashfully and Nova makes a rather unatractive sound before cracking up into hysterical laughter against my chest. “Mami! Leave my fiance alone!” Nova finally says when they recover. I am just too embarrassed to say much of anything. “Oh, come on! We all know you two are having sex. Some of us just have to hear it more often!” Aiden jibes. “Besides,

She couldn't help complaining in a sweet, timid way. "You're so big." She had to try a few times before she was able to slide him in. She had to pause for a few seconds to get him in, full, inch by inch. Slow and easy, just like he commanded her to do. And just as he wanted, she could feel every sweet tingle that his reversed Prince Albert piercing is giving her. "Hmmm...Ahhhhh...Oh my god. Oh my god!" She groaned and moaned in indescribable great delight. She felt like she would go crazy. This euphoric feeling is so extreme that she feels like her soul left her body. She was oblivious to what her innocent moves were doing to the other person next to her.

The piercings on my pussy rubbed against his thick cock as he pushed in, the stretch burning so fucking good. He pulled his cock back slightly, then drove his cock in with one powerful thrust, burying his cock to the hilt. My pussy piercings caught and rubbed along his thick cock, each drag heightening the raw, overwhelming pleasure. I moaned around the bald man’s big cock in my mouth, my pussy walls clenching and fluttering around the bearded man’s thick cock, the piercing in my pussy adding an extra, heightened layer of sensation that made me tremble.

I don’t want to go straight to the limit again. The piercing of the needle makes me moan, memories flashing through my mind of the last time. The cross of the needles when he pushed it was like endorphins released and I nearly came on the spot. The pierce of the second needle makes me moan, my body screaming for him to push on them. Waiting, my breathing getting faster, the feel of the small needles running across my skin makes me moan. He’s using the pinwheel. My moans get louder. The sting of the whip across my ass makes me scream as he pushes the pinwheel harder against my skin, the whip hitting again.