Pleasure Bed Novels & Stories

The world had shrunk to the four walls of Elena’s bedroom. Elena was beneath him, a willing captive, her body a symphony of pleasure played by his expert hands and mouth. They had been at it for hours, a relentless cycle of tender worship and savage claiming that left them both breathless and slick with sweat.

I don't find pleasure in these things. I like to fuck for my pleasure, yes, but not to be touched by objects like these whores. Fuck them, yes, but not be touched by them.Just thinking about having their hands on my body is making me sick to my stomach. I don't like being touched at all without my permission. The last whore who dared to kiss me without my permission ended up with a bullet in the head. You may think I felt guilt by doing this but let me break this fucking dream to you- I didn't.

He was thick, his girth pushing me to my limit. He started to move, in a slow and deep thrust, his hips grinding against my pelvis. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, as he continued to a steady rhythm. The bed springs squeaked, the rhythm of our bodies slapping together filling the room. The pleasure was intense, and I was moaning loudly, don't care about the noise. He was fucking me hard, his cock slamming into my depths, his balls slapping against my undercarriage.

They led her upstairs to a sprawling bedroom that looked like something out of a fever dream: massive four-poster bed draped in black silk, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a crystal chandelier that cast fractured light across every surface. The two women stayed. They lounged on the bed like contented cats, watching Melinda with amused, hungry eyes. Melinda tried once more. “Please,” she whispered to them. “Help me escape. We can run together…” Platinum laughed, low and throaty. “Escape? Sweetheart, we’re not prisoners. We’re addicted to him. To the way he fucks us until we can’t walk straight. You’ll understand soon.” Before Melinda could respond, the door opened again.

The wooden bedframe creaked loudly in the quiet apartment. "You like this, don't you, Jade?" he growled, his voice muffled by the mask but vibrating through my spine. "You’ve been waiting for a real cock to replace that pathetic pillow." "Yes! Fuck me! Please, just don't stop!" I shrieked, my head tossing back and forth. He was relentless. Every thrust hit my G-spot with a force that made my vision blur. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. My pussy was soaking wet, clamping down on him as if it wanted to swallow him whole.

She says before she pulls me away from the recliner and turns me towards her room. "Walk. I want to see that ass jiggle." She slaps my ass, hard, and I feel her gaze burning through me as I sway my hips and add a bounce to my step for her benefit. I walk into her bedroom, her four poster california king waiting just beyond the door. I haven't seen this bed before, must be the new one she was talking about getting. It's gorgeous. Dark walnut pillars on each end, the headboard etched with some kind of design. She's got some kind of curtain around it, hiding whatever is behind them. I open the curtains at the end of the bed and look inside, unsure of what to expect. I'm kind of surprised when t

he said while gesturing to the very first door and like the sex starved fool that I was at that moment, I immediately nodded. The look of satisfaction on his face only made me happier as we both walked towards the door and into the room. I don’t know what I expected but i definitely didn’t think I was going to enter a room that had a king sized bed sitting in its middle with dim lights and sex toys scattered on the bed side table but to my disappointment he leads me behind drawn curtains where I see a white leather massage bed and different oils lined on the side.

In short, when I saw the underground room for the first time after it had been furnished, I loved it at once with one king-sized bed on one side of the room and a red bedsheet with a white blanket. In another corner was a cage that looked rusted, it was large as well with cushions in it, rope on a desk with cable ties, whips, vibrator packet of condoms all in the cage on a drawer, and inside the drawer I had kept some lubricant, dick-ball made round and fleshy and all that could make me feel the real pleasure and return her the same. I glanced at Micah who was gazing at the room as well, I bet she wasn't that surprised since she had seen the same in my parent's mansion the only difference wa

A collection that was part laboratory, part temple to pleasure. It was overwhelming. It was impossible. It was designed to make her understand that she was entering a space where sex was science, where pleasure was studied, where her body was data. In the center of the room was the testing desk....long, padded, positioned under adjustable lighting. Next to it was a comfortable grey sofa, the kind designed for observation. "He'll be with you in a moment," the woman said. "Please undress and wait on the testing desk." Then she was gone.

"In a couple hours we'll be to your condo, your clothes moved in five minutes later, and we can be in bed the next minute and have all night and all day Saturday and Sunday until about eight for me to show you exactly how much I obsess over you ." "You think you've got something left for me after filling me with cum four times this afternoon?" "Just thinking about sleeping with you all night in the same bed for the first time is making me hard, so I've got at least one more round left."