Pleasure Is Mine Artinya Novels & Stories

Yasmin My throat bobbed up, and down as I stared at myself. A fresh wave of arousal washed over me as I took in the painting of me. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. My eyes traveled from my full, perky breasts down to between my legs. He had added the detail of my pussy dripping wet, and it made me drip in real-time. “I think it’s beautiful,” I whispered almost inaudibly. “Not as beautiful as my view of your pretty pussy gaping at me and your asshole…” he teased the entrance, and when I made to move away, he grabbed, “I’m going to take you there, soon.”

Splashes of color danced across the canvas, weaving a story of passion and longing, of dreams and desires. As I worked, lost in the rhythm of creation, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me, the constraints of reality falling away as I surrendered myself to the canvas. With each stroke, I found solace and strength, a sense of peace washing over me like a gentle breeze. And when I finally stepped back to admire my work, I saw not just a painting, but a reflection of my innermost self, captured in the strokes of my brush. It was a simple yet profound expression of beauty, a testament to the power of art to transcend words and touch the soul.

I continued my art work, making sure to leave trails of proof that I was here, shinning in purple black on her skin. “Theodore,” she moaned, arching her back giving me more acces to her flawless skin. Her breathing got heavy as she was stuck in the bliss of pleasure. My job currently was to give her that pleasure. And make sure it was good. So good, it becomes unforgettable for her.

His lips were smeared with my cum, and he looked like he had gone to dip his mouth in a cup of ice cream that wasn't his. "I am going to give you pleasure until all you are going to be thinking of is how much more you can take," he said, and there was a lot of promise in those words. I believed him. Kade had shown me what real pleasure was and I wanted him to show me more. It wasn't something I could ever get enough of. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of the things you'll do to my body, Kade." "Are you sure?" "I can take it," I told him.

"I just want to make you feel good." "Mission accomplished," he said, offering me a hand to help me rise to my feet. "But for me . . . receiving one-way pleasure is never as satisfying as when I'm giving it, too. I'd love to come in your mouth, but first, I want to make sure you're enjoying yourself, too."

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.

Smile between his painting to say with pleasure \" Of course, all you want is to have fun just without pain... is not it؟ \" He increased the speed of his movement with her and his penis beat her vagina as well as his violence with the touches of his hand on her to start her cries mixed with pain and the desire to come, to hate herself for feeling so, yes she wants to have fun with him, but without pain.. Without insulting.. Without restriction

The unspoken language that flowed between us spoke volumes, an unyielding declaration of the pleasure that awaited us both. His unwavering gaze stripped away all inhibitions, allowing me to revel in the depths of pleasure that I so deeply deserved. My face became a canvas upon which the myriad emotions painted their vibrant hues. Pleasure, ecstasy, longing, all converged in a symphony of expression that danced across my features. As the pleasure surged through my veins and radiated from every pore, my eyes remained locked with his. In that moment of intense desire, a whirlwind of emotions cascaded through me like a storm.

As he spoke, he kept on plunging his hand as deep as he can, while I moaned at his ministration. The pain, I endured earlier, has dulled. What I feel now is a pleasure, unlike the one I gave to myself. It was more than anything I've ever felt. And I wanted more. “Please, master.” I pleaded as he continued to lazily stroke me. “What a naughty human.” Unexpectedly, he slapped my Pleasure territory. “Master!” I cried out, not from pain, but from the pleasure that racked through me at the slap. I felt myself getting wetter as he slapped me.

It truly fuels me for future projects. If you want more: No gods. No chains. Just us. — [Mercy V.]