Pleasure Bed Novels & Stories

Oh, she would be getting punished later for getting me all excited without being able to fix it right now. One good thing about her heat was that it led us to exploring many things to see what she liked. It was not surprising that our desires aligned perfectly with one another’s. Seeing how much she enjoyed being restrained and deliciously tortured led me to deciding what our extra bedroom in the suite should be used for. I would be surprising her with our very own playroom where explore the bounds of our sexual desires. I had never used one, but I knew that we would both enjoy it. She was so beautiful when she came undone, and she begged me to take her every which way.

It also had a large bathroom with a tub, half the size of the swimming pool outside. In the middle of the bedroom, there was a 4 posted king sizs bed with a beautiful flora pirnt comforter on it. I laughed at Opey, who was lying backward on the bed, making snow angels minus the snow. Our parents' packhouse had been nice and comfortable but it wasn't anything like this. As a matter of fact. I had never seen anything like this place at all.

I asked blushing and smiling to myself. "If you're actually good you don't get spanking unless it's requested. I could even tie you to a bed and leave a prostate massager in you for hours. That's punishment and pleasure at the same time. I would get the satisfaction of seeing you squirming and moaning uncontrollably shooting loads until you're dry. It's not always about sex. I get pleasure from just seeing you have.....fun or being pleasured as long as it's from me" He whispered against my ear rather seductively and making sure to lick the shell. My eyes were closed imagining whatever he was saying.

Before I leave I slowly peek out of the spy-hole in the bedroom door, just to make sure that porter was gone. We head down to the first bar of the evening, ‘Pleasure Hub.’ It’s a rough looking establishment—an old run down shoe-box sized tavern, nestled between convenience stores and pool halls. Although we expect to end up somewhere a little classier later, it’s the perfect place to get loaded up on cheap booze and loosen up.

The pleasure he was giving her was too profound, too all-encompassing for her to wish it away. The heat within her built to an unbearable crescendo, each moment bringing her closer to the brink of an explosive climax. With a shuddering bite of her lower lip, she pushed the pillow aside, her eyes widening as she took in the mirrored ceiling above them. The sight of their entangled bodies, reflecting their raw passion, added another layer of intensity to her pleasure.

Her legs trembled, and she threw back her head, letting it hit the headboard. Pleasure builds and builds until she is so close to climaxing that she could barely breathe. I leaned even closer and growled. “Come for me, beautiful kitty.” The muscles of her core clamp around my fingers and my cock swelled to the point of agony before I swiped her clit once more with my thumb. She exploded in a powerful orgasm that threw her back against the bed. She shuddered and gasped, her entire body convulsing as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure.

So, it gives you double the pleasure, and we can watch it all as you hit new heights of pleasure. Jeff saw her hesitation, but she said nothing as he put it in place. Her lower body rose off the bed as she felt the device hit all the right places. She came in quick bursts. He knew her body confused the sensations as she hit a new level. Pleasure and pain were often confused. He knew she didn’t experience any pain, but her body was awash in too much pleasure.

My orgasm crashes over like a tidal wave, my entire body convulsing as I flood Ivy's mouth with my release. She drinks greedily, her hands holding my hips steady as I shudder above her. The pleasure ripples through me in endless waves, my muscles locking and releasing as she milks every last pulse from my clit with her tongue. When I finally still, I collapsed beside her, gasping for air. But my need isn't fully satisfied, not when she's still spread before me, her own pussy glistening with wetness. With shaking hands, I reached under the bed and retrieve the dildo I use to use on myself whenever there's no one to quench my overwhelming taste.

It's different, grander, than the one I looked at on the website. The balcony larger, an entire living room area before you reach the huge bed. I can’t help but swallow at the sight of the bed. The one in the pictures was a wooden headboard. This one has poles that reach the ceiling, wrapped in black leather. It somehow seems this bed was quite purposely chosen. I almost expect to see some handcuffs hanging from them. Honestly, I'd wondered if I would walk in and see whips, rope, shit even some knives on the comforter, but there's nothing. Just an extremely fluffy looking black comforter, asking me if I'll be naked on it tonight.

By the time she reached her bedroom, her body was buzzing with leftover pleasure, making her collapse onto the bed with a sigh. She buried herself in the sheets, curling up, letting her mind replay the moments over and over. Despite the exhaustion, a small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips. She knew sleep would come eventually, but right now, she just let herself float in the warmth of the night and the memory of his hands, his lips, and the way he claimed her completely.