Pleasure Is Mine Artinya Novels & Stories

I can feel the pleasure building, a wave that starts deep within me and radiates outward, consuming every inch of my being. With a final, desperate kiss, Marcus whispers my name, and I let go. The orgasm hits me like a storm, intense and overwhelming. I cling to him, my body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. His own release follows, and we ride the crest of pleasure together, lost in the blissful afterglow.

I wanted to just slam hard inside her and fuck her senseless till I emptied my seeds inside her but not without first marking her pretty neck so the world knows she is mine and belongs to me only. But I can’t, this night and the reason I went through putting all this together was not so I would be gaining any pleasure from it, the only pleasure I am allowed to get is seeing her enjoying herself and being taken to cloud nine. I want to make this night so pleasurable for her that when we go back home to sleep she is gonna have a smile on her pretty face till the next morning, that is simply just my goal. And so I am prepared to bare the temptation of her voice and her beautiful boobs with the

I can't understand how something hurting me can bring pleasure. "I think I have a little masochist on my hands right now." The whip hitting harder, my teeth biting down, the pleasure rising more. "Mmmmm." His hands grab my ass, the feel of his mouth slowly kissing down my butt cheeks. His tongue teased my pussy as the juices dripped from it. "I fucking love my pussy," he moans against it, his tongue teasing faster and harder.

“Not really. I like to make my agent angry and I was bored at the art show, especially with the interview. I said it to piss them off.” Valeria tilted her head, her red hair sliding over her shoulder and revealing her slender, pale neck. I could see the pulse beating in her neck. Before my filthy thoughts could fill my mind, I looked away. “I thought every art came from a little of suffering… and intimacy.” She chose her words carefully. I hummed, taking a sip of wine. “It could, but it also means having fun. It is a lengthy process and despite the efforts, whatever that may be in other’s case, most of the artists are happy when they are creating what they want to make.”

“No, don't stop yourself from making that sweet delicious noise. It turns me on Nelika, I've never enjoyed a wolf's cries of pleasure as much as I like yours. Scream if you wanted to love, cry and moan harder just as how you wanted it. Express yourself, love, I like hearing it from your sweet lips don't be embarrassed.” His eyes meet mine in a very delicious passionate way like I haven't seen before. I never thought that someone could look at me the way that he does right now. Something stirred deep inside my chest followed by the need to release the rapture in between my thighs. The pleasure is so overwhelming that I stopped breathing and let the ride take me to the highest peak of the clou

It was a moment of pure bliss and ecstasy, the culmination of my wildest desires finally coming to fruition. In an explosion of pleasure, I erupted like liquid fire, the intensity of the orgasm ripping through my groin. It was an indescribable sensation, an exquisite release I had yearned for with a fierce hunger. The ecstasy swept through me, leaving me utterly consumed by the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

"For… for pleasure." "Avalyn, I'll be fine. I've been with worse men." She smiled. But her smile wasn't sad. It was almost… confident. "Being hurt, being in pain doesn't bother me. Nor does hurting someone else and inflicting pain," she grinned. "I like pain. It helps me get off. In fact, it makes me horny," she said with a mischievous smile. "The best kind of pleasure is when it is mixed with pain. A little biting, choking, spanking." She laughed lightly when she saw that I had started blushing. "Well, all that is fun for me."

It was all too much, and my body convulsed in a violent release, pleasure radiating through every fiber of my being. I cried out his name, my voice filled with ecstasy as he continued to ride the waves of my pleasure, prolonging the intensity, and pushing me to the brink and beyond. He reveled in the power he held over me, my pleasure, and his ultimate satisfaction. As the waves subsided, leaving me breathless and spent, he gathered me in his arms, holding me close. His lips pressed against my forehead, his voice filled with tenderness. "You were made for pleasure, my love. And I will always be here to fulfill your every desire."

"That's a very thin, very fine whip that Dallas has made himself." At the word whip Tracie tensed. "Pete..." "Sssh. Do you trust me, princess? Do you believe I would never, ever do anything to cause you real pain? That everything I do is designed to bring you the greatest amount of pleasure possible?" "Yes." She licked her lips. "Yes, M-Master." "Then I want you to just close your eyes behind that scarf and think of nothing but pleasure. No fear. Nothing. Just pleasure.. Okay?"

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.