Novelas y relatos de Pleasure

That kind of thing. But what I feel right now. Ultimate pleasure I don't ever expect it feels like. I thought of my foster father. Of the disgust. Of the fear. This wasn’t like that. Not even close. If this is what pleasure is supposed to feel like, then screw all the shame. Screw the guilt. Screw anyone who tried to steal this from me before. For the first time in my life, I wanted to live inside this feeling. Not for him. But for me. ---

“You should understand your place. Underneath me. You do not hit me!" My control snaps. I can’t hold back anymore. My climax explodes, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through me. My mind soars, riding high on the sweet feeling. Luca’s hooded eyes meet mine, his eyes suggesting a desire for more. As my waves of pleasure subside, Luca's body tenses. He drives deeper into my insides, letting his cock hit my walls. He releases a guttural groan, pumping his warm seeds into me. My tremors of pleasure match Luca’s rhythmic pulses. My vision becomes blurry, my world reduced to throbbing sensations. Toge

I ended on a yawn, stretching my arms over my head, my shoulders popping. Man. I was exhausted. I take a moment to write down his expectations at the bottom of my list, drawing two lines underneath. I read the next item on my side of the list “I’d like a separate room” “You can have your pick” he says flippantly. Strange, I thought he’d fight me on that. “No sex” “Now that’s just being ridiculous” “According to you, this is business” “A little pleasure never hurt anyone” I wondered if an alien might have invaded his flesh because that was such an unusual thing for him to say. I cleared my throat “I think it’s necessary”

She remained indifferent to my restraint. The pleasure was overwhelming, making me feel weightless and blissful. He expertly explored every inch of my body, providing intense pleasure both internally and externally. As he held my hips in place, preventing any movement, a powerful wave of ecstasy surged through me. My body tensed and then released, soaring and crashing with an intensity I had never felt before. I gripped his finger tightly, letting out a loud cry of pleasure.

It seized the current, twisted it, and drove it straight back into her. The loop closed. Pleasure hammered into her nerves in a perfect, vicious circle—her own weapon ricocheting through both their bodies. No clean curve, no controlled arc. Just rising, rising, no release point. Her knees buckled. Kael’s hand snapped to the small of her back, hauling her closer, keeping them both upright. His other hand fisted in her hair, angling her head to take the kiss deeper instead of breaking it. The loop intensified. It wasn’t heat, not exactly. It's more like a live wire run along every nerve ending at once. The world outside her skin fell away. There was only his mou

I ask. Holden shrugs. "Not the whipping and caning, but the fun stuff like handcuffs, toys and well... orgasm denial. Are you into the pain?" I bite my lip and nod. "It's a fetish I guess. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. If you find that middle line, it's incredible!" Holden grins. "Let me show you what I can do." He whispers in my ear before pushing me off him, down onto the bed and straddling me.

"Alexander... fuck, you feel so good." He thrust up into me, meeting my movements. "That's right. This pussy is mine." One hand slipped between us, rubbing my clit in circles. Pleasure shot through me. I rode faster, breasts bouncing. He grabbed one and pinched the nipple hard. Pain mixed with bliss. I felt that pressure building deep inside, the kind that led to squirting. "Don't stop," I begged. He laughed low. "I'll decide when you come." But he kept rubbing, thrusting deeper. My juices soaked his pants. The wet sounds filled the room. Filthy. I clenched around him, close. So close.

To explore and experience the supreme form of pleasure. As her breath steadied, she felt the faint press of his canines against her shoulder. The pleasure of being torn by his teeth overlapped with the pleasure of her climax. It was mild yet delicious enough to snag her breath. She closed her eyes in submission, feeling the pressure mounting.

She shattered, her pussy spasming around his cock as waves of pleasure hit her, making her shake and cry out his name. He didn’t stop, driving harder and faster, each thrust hitting deeper as his own pleasure built. His mouth found her breasts, sucking and biting, groaning, “Fuck… I love your pussy.” With one last deep thrust, he buried himself fully and came, hot cum spilling inside her in thick waves. They both panted, bodies pressed together under the running water, spent and completely satisfied.

I woke up the next evening in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. My body felt deliciously used. Every muscle in my body ached in the most satisfying way. My pussy and ass were still tender and slightly swollen from the endless hours of being fucked by different men the night before. Dried cum flaked on my skin, and the faint scent of sex clung to me like perfume. I no longer felt shame. Instead, a deep, warm thrill ran through me as I remembered how many cocks had stretched me, filled me, and claimed me. I started to feel more and more hungry. I wanted more. I craved being used, watched, and broken again and again.