Pleasure Is Mine Artinya Novels & Stories

Obsessed. Made my body shudder in pleasure.

As she was only wearing lingerie, Julianne instinctively pressed herself closer to the shelf. I tried to suppress the surge of desire rising inside me, yet my hand moved almost on its own as I unclasped her bra. "Ah!" She let out a soft cry and looked at me nervously as she whispered, "Don't… I'm scared." I leaned closer. "Did that feel good? Be honest." She stayed silent for a long moment before finally answering in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "It did." She shut her eyes as she said it, and tears slid down her cheeks. "It did feel good. Are you happy now? I'm a slut. You played me like a fiddle, and I actually liked it…"

Oh fuck, I was drowning in pleasure and ecstasy; I couldn't wait to feel their cocks thrusting into my slippery slit. I was in a pleasure-induced coma; my body was shivering and quivering from desire and passion, and my eyes could barely focus. Through my blurry vision, I catch a glimpse of the men's shadows crowding my body. They shot lustful and blissful smirks at me as they fucked, sucked and thrust into my pleasure holes. I can't tell for whom my cries of pleasure are meant, all I know is that it was blissful. Justin withdrew his fingers and mouth from inside me and stepped away, and then Matthew took his place and rammed his cock into my wet pussy, deep and hard.

She is the missing piece that completes the puzzle of my heart, and I am forever grateful to have found her. Our journey was long and tough, filled with countless challenges and obstacles. Yet through it all, the one constant was the unrelenting craving for pleasure. It drove us forward, pushing us to overcome every hurdle in our path. And now, as we reach the end of this journey, we can look back with pride and satisfaction, knowing that we never gave up on our pursuit of pleasure. For it was this craving that led us to the greatest experiences of our lives, and we will carry it with us always.

he replied, his tone playful as he flashed me a charming smile. He gently cupped my face in his hands, his touch tender and warm. “You outshine the art upon this wall, I’m sure. For in your presence, beauty finds its start. You’re not just art; you’re the masterpiece, the heart, and the muse,” he whispered, his eyes shining with genuine adoration.

Nagtatakang tanong ko. "Your fine? but why are your painting says different?" Tiningnan niyang mabuti ang pininta ko. "It's a mixture of sadness, disappointment, and in pain." Binalingan niya ako. Kita ang pag-aalala sa mga mata. "Anong problema?" Tumalikod ako at hinarap ang pininta."Don't mind me mom. It's just a painting. It doesn't have a meaning." Turo ko pa sa painting ko.

Mas lalo kong ipinursigi ang pagiging artista kesa sa wala, saka iyon lang naman kasi ang kaya ko eh. "Eh pa, iyan ang gusto ko eh," Mahinang bulong ko. Nandito kami sa harap ng hapag kainan isa sa pinaka ayaw ko sa lahat dahil palagi siyang komo-kotra sa gusto ko. Kung minsan na nga lang kami nag-kakasabay ganito pa ang kinalalabasan. "Mylene, pag pasensyahan mo na lang ang papa mo, stress lang kase 'yan," mahinahong paliwanag ni Mama sa akin.

He touched my leg and my eyes moved up to his, instantly. “You want him?” He asked me. “What do…. What do I do with him?” I asked him, practically stumbling over my words. He got on the bed, between my legs. He bit his bottom lip again, driving me crazy. “Suck him.” He said, leaning down. “Kiss him, lick him…..Ride him, cum on him.” His mouth was near my ear now and my breathing hitched. I was so nervous. “His job? He’s supposed to pleasure you and make feel nothing, but pleasure until your body covers him with that warm bodily fluid your body releases once it’s spot has been stabbed, repeatedly.”

I looked down at her face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed it. “You see that?” I gasped, driving into her. “You see what you do to me? You’re joy. Pure fucking joy.” I kissed her, swallowing her moans. “This pussy… your pussy… it’s mine. It was made for my cock. I love it. I love you.”

I had to, just so Master wouldn't punish me. Instead of moving it, helping me through my orgasm, Master stepped back and surveyed his work. His eyes traveled from the clamps on my chest, down to the gel shining in my navel, to where the steel handle of the plug jutted from between my ass cheeks, nestled against the frame. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. It wasn't warmth. It was satisfaction. The look of an artist appraising his panting. “You're a work of art," he said, proving my assumption right. The awe in his voice didn't match the hotness in his gaze.