Pleasure Unbound Book Novels & Stories

Grabbing a raspberry danish and some fruit from the side board to eat along with a cup of orange juice she quickly ate. Her uncle glanced up at her from the paper he was reading over. “Slow down ma cherie. You will get sick from eating so fast. “ Brielle came striding into the room after putting on her hat and slipping her gloves on. She smiled wildly at them both as she heard her husbands statement. “ We have a great day planned. We are going to the dress makers and then lunch with Ellen and Isabel. “ she told her husband as she leaned over and kissed him.

As if not satisfied, he drew off her the gown entirely and her pointed nipples became visible. “I don’t think we should…” Her words hanged in her throat the moment Jayden teased her pussy. His hand was currently inside her pant. Loverina leaned back, using her hands to support herself. He started rubbing her fast, and she couldn’t help but moan. Folding her hands and biting her lower lips. Her body was feeling hot. Her eyes were shut. ‘The pleasure.’ She missed him. How he does make her feel and how the body was reacting to him. Everything about him got her body screaming for more.

Just enough force to make my body electrocute with pleasure, and make my toes curved in while my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He continued to thrust in and out of me, as I squeezed onto the bed cover to contain the pleasure. “Ahhh, fuck!," I cursed. “Yeah! That's my girl. You're dripping wet." “Huuh, yeah! I'm all wet for daddy,” I replied. He increased his speed, stroking in and out of me speedily and this time roughly. It didn't hurt, just the pleasure knocking out every sense in me. " Ahhhh, yeah. Huuuuh,” I moaned loudly.

She answered in the affirmative and heard the door open. It shut again and Destiny heard the steps of her partner as he approached the bed and felt the weight of him on the mattress as he sat next to her. She felt a hand touching her left nipple and she gasped slightly. His touch was featherlight and felt good. His other hand began caressing her right nipple and Destiny sighed in pleasure. They had barely begun but Destiny knew that she was going to enjoy this. Her partner removed his hands and shifted his position. Then she felt his mouth on her left nipple. His tongue licked and flicked while his lips suckled. Destiny moaned in pleasure. She could feel herself getting wet and he hadn't eve

I moaned and opened my thighs wider. “Let me feel you,” I begged. The energy thickened. It pushed inside my pussy like a cock made of pure heat. Not hard like a man, but pulsing, alive, knowing exactly how to rub every sensitive spot. “Oh fuck… yes…” I rocked my hips against nothing, taking the invisible force deeper. You will never be shy again, the book promised. You will carry my hunger into the world. Every person you touch will feed us both. Pleasure built fast. I felt the book’s ancient lust mixing with mine. Its centuries of stored ecstasy flooded my mind. I came violently, screaming as my pussy clenched around the energy cock.

She sank deeper, until only her face remained above the surface. And then...uninvited, unwelcome, impossible to resist....his hands were there. Not real hands. Memory. But detailed enough that her skin responded as if he were touching her right now. The vibrator on her breast. The way it had hummed against her, precise and clinical and absolutely devastating. She'd never felt anything like it before, not the intensity, not the focus, not the way her body had responded with such violent honesty.

My gloved hands rested uselessly on the open manuscript. “You’ve worked late every Thursday for the past two months,” he said quietly. “Always alone. Always in this room. I’ve watched you from the upper gallery more than once. The way you handle the books. The way you go completely still when you think no one is looking. The way your breathing changes when you turn certain pages.” My mouth went dry. I stared at the botanical illustration in front of me—delicate ink lines of a flower that suddenly felt obscene. “I don’t know what you mean.”

The movements are fast but controlled. He seems to know the rhythm and the right position so I don't feel sick. and it's true I don't feel pain at all on the sidelines of pleasure. This time I fully felt the usual broad pleasures. I didn't want it all to end. But what power the explosion was getting closer. I buried my face in the crook of Uncle Paul's neck, inhaling greedily the scent of his body mixed with his sweat when I reached my point. Hiding my long howl there. ****

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. ---

Although he had fucked her before and it was the best sex he had ever had in his entire life, even to the fact that he still feels it till today. But today's own? It was totally out of this world. It was something that he never thought existed. A pleasure that should never have existed. It was more addictive than any drug at all. He felt like they were being controlled by the pleasure. Every hit, every collision, making them drown more and more...