Pleasure Unbound Novels & Stories

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.

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.

he says. "I enjoyed what we just did," I tell him. "Baby, that is not even one percent of what is involved. You haven't experienced the dominant of me yet. I am being gentle because I don't want to scare away. If you unleash what you think you want now, there is no turning back. You will to be mine, for my pleasure. I would have to punish you when you don't follow my command, and will reward you accordingly. I will inflict pain on your body, because it pleases me when you have marks of my ownership on your body, but I will also bring you pleasure. I will take you to heights you never knew existed," he says looking deep into my eyes. That's exactly what I want.

The bond reacted instantly. It surged through my body like a living current, electric and unrelenting, lighting up every nerve ending in its path. My knees nearly gave out. Pleasure—pure, unfiltered, and dangerously consuming—washed over me in waves, stealing my breath and making it difficult to remember how to stand upright. It wasn’t the kind of pleasure that could be reasoned with or resisted; it was ancient, instinctive, and absolute. I hated how much of me responded. I hated that my body welcomed it before my mind could protest.

A wartenberg wheel that makes him gasp and strain against the restraints, and through it all, his cock is hard, and leaking. "Pain and pleasure," the woman says, her hand wrapping around his cock, "are not opposites. They're neighbors. And in the right hands, they become the same thing." She strokes him slowly while the crowd watches. While he's bound and blindfolded and completely at her mercy. "Uhh… please…," he begs. "Please, Mistress, may I…" "No." She releases him, steps back and leave him hanging there, desperate and denied. The crowd applauds. I feel sick, aroused, terrified and fascinated. All at once.

The pleasure built, a tidal wave threatening to break. "Daniel, fuck, harder... faster, I'm about to cum, please don't stop, I'm going to explode," I screamed. He obeyed, thrusting harder and even faster, driving me toward the brink. The release was magnificent, the best I've had in years, perhaps better than Ryan could ever give me. It felt so good to finally let go after being without satisfaction for so long. I moaned and vibrated through the aftershocks. But then a warm, deep relaxation washed over me, and Daniel followed, his body shuddering against mine. I felt his hot cum strike the entrance of my womb, a fresh wave of shock and shame mixing with overwhelming pleasure.

And god, he was good at it. His tongue circled the head, slow and deliberate, like he knew exactly how to unravel me. His fingers curled around my base, stroking in rhythm with his mouth, adding pressure, control—ownership. I clenched the sheets beside me, heart thudding as the pleasure spiked, sharp and hot. My hips bucked before I could stop them. I should have pushed him off. I should have been furious. But instead, I was watching him—this forbidden, maddening boy—take me deeper, like he was starving for it. Like he wanted me to lose control.

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. ---

He pushed her on the seats and playfully encircled his tongue around her tits. "Yes, it's so good, Ahhh!!" She moans in pleasure again. Val sucks it harder, pulled it, and bit it. He felt his thing becoming like steel inside so without her permission, he lifted and widely spread her legs, planted his shafts inside like he didn't use it for so long. It's unbreakable and loaded with desires. He thrust his rock inside her deeper. He can feel his thing going inside like no boundaries. The more he thrust it in and out, over and over, the more he grinds his hardness inside, the louder she screams in pleasure.

He would never think that a guy like him would care. “Do not go. It takes me out of my thoughts. Enjoy it with me. Let go with me. He moves like a shark, strong and tough. I bite my lips. I feel like I can knock on the door of climax. I didn't think I'd be able to orgasm without touching myself, but apparently he knows what the hell to do to unhinge me.