Pleasure Principle Book Novels & Stories

“Pain and pleasure are not opposites, Elias. They are neighbours, and I am the only one who holds the key to the gate between them.” She continued her exploration, her touch alternating between cruel and kind with no pattern he could discern. A sharp nip of her teeth on his shoulder blade made him yelp, followed by the soft, open-mouthed kiss that soothed the ache. A series of quick, sharp spanks made him gasp and moan, his body rocking with the force, only for her to gently stroke the heated skin, her fingers dipping between his thighs, teasing, promising.

Pleasure is a strange, holy thing. It begins where reason ends—in the quiet space between a heartbeat and a breath, where thought dissolves and instinct takes control. Humans call it many names: desire, lust, hunger, need. But stripped bare, it’s nothing more than the body remembering it was made to feel. And now, welcome to TOUCH ME TENDER, BREAK ME WILD!!!! DROP YOUR HOME TRAINING IN A TRASH CAN AND EXPERIENCE THIS PLEASURE, LOVES!!

I walked to the seat as I pulled the books and papers that were mostly appointment papers, management activities I needed to be informed and other things I needed to do for Konstantin. I threw the manual in the thrash, rolling my eyes that they would tell me how to do my job before I opened the ethnics, rules and regulations book. I flipped through it lazily as I heard sound of employees greeting my new employer. Konstantin walked to view of my office with a straight look on his face and pride that suited his status. Lord he looked sexy in that Italian suit that I found myself wishing to be the shirt that hugged his muscular frame. I gulped as I stood up, needing to pay attention to my envir

What were the odds? I was a magnet for drama; however, I had to admit I created half of it. Seeing him again reminded me of this fact, and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I hoped he had forgotten about that day. I knew I wanted to, except for the part where I was fucking him on that very desk at the front of the classroom where he now stood. In his well-tailored gray suit. Christian Grey, if you nasty. The thought of sex was taking over my brain, and it didn't help that it was today's lesson either. Malinowski noted that although the capacity for sexual pleasure may be constitutional, human sexual behavior "is rather a sociological and cultural force than a mere bodily relation o

I froze and remained rooted in place when I read the title of the book in my hand. How to masturb*te? He extended his hand towards me and, like a flash of lightning, snatched the filthy thing from me. How did that book get here? The books I was sorting out were all about music, about how music becomes pleasurable as it stimulates the brain, not about how to stimulate private parts! "U-Uh, I don't know! I don't know why there's a book like that in here!" I pretended to be angry. "Be honest, Softy. Are you masturbating?"

’ There—that should make it plain to him that she was sticking firmly to business. "Because you don’t feel you have anything to learn from it?" Orla hit back, 'Books instructing women to disgrace themselves for a man’s pleasure will never be something I’d want to learn from,’ she said. The Kama Sutra contains no suggestion of debasement of anyone. Rather, it is about the honing of mutual pleasure, the giving and taking of that pleasure, and the sensual and sexual education of both males and females so that they can experience the greatest degree of mutual pleasure with and for one another. I am surprised that you did not know that.’

—I said nervously. —Ready? —Yes. My body trembles as I feel something cold wet my nipples, a nervous laugh from me informs him that I remember that. He pulls me to something more comfortable so I'm on my back, I feel his hot breath on my breasts before he plays with his tongue, the cold again making me moan with pleasure.

My knees buckled as unbridled pleasure invaded me, launching me into abysmal passion. His fingers were merciless as they swam inside my wet pussy and his thumb continued torturing my clitoris. It felt as if I might die from pleasure when his mouth closed over one of my breasts, kissing, licking and sucking. I could feel heat building up in my nipples and they soon felt as if they were on fire, just like every other part of my body.

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. ---

The Club had used the chaos to pull me back in. Now I was being sent to their most exclusive and feared facility: The Pleasure Prison, a private island resort disguised as a high-security rehabilitation center for the ultra-wealthy. In reality, it was a luxurious prison where the Club’s most valuable toys were kept, trained, and broken under the guise of “therapy.” Two guards in black uniforms met me on the tarmac. They didn’t speak as they removed my coat, leaving me completely naked except for the collar. The cool island breeze brushed against my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly.