Pleasures Novels & Stories

I just lay there for a while when I felt bile starting to rise so I hurried to the bathroom and emptied my stomach. I didn’t let myself cry as there was no use to it, it didn’t reduce the pain. I knew that I should not have relaxed and enjoyed myself as this was always what happened when I let loose a little. I should have known that it was too good to be true. My parents would never let me have a day in peace.

“FUCK... Fuck.... Shit.. aaahh....“She feels like she is going to die. The pleasure is too...... “Aaahhh..“. She moans and frees him, lying down with her back against the table. She arches her back and that makes his eyes go red. He grasps her little breasts and rams her hard without caring of the outcome. His addiction has finally taken possession and all that matters to him right now is to get his release. She is driving him crazy. She is driving him damn nuts..... “ Aaaaahhh......“ “Aaaaahhh....“ Their wails and moans of pleasure fill up the entire office as he picks up his pace pounding her like he isn't going to see the next day. “Aaargh!!!“ She groans with pleasure and suddenly crosses

She is the missing piece that completes the puzzle of my heart, and I am forever grateful to have found her. Our journey was long and tough, filled with countless challenges and obstacles. Yet through it all, the one constant was the unrelenting craving for pleasure. It drove us forward, pushing us to overcome every hurdle in our path. And now, as we reach the end of this journey, we can look back with pride and satisfaction, knowing that we never gave up on our pursuit of pleasure. For it was this craving that led us to the greatest experiences of our lives, and we will carry it with us always. THE END

She watched as their bodies met and parted, his cock slipping past her wet slickness and driving halfway in and slipping back out. Irene pushed him to her. “Deeper. Faster.” He readily complied, now thrusting to the hilt in a pace that any of her lovers - present or past- had never gotten to. Angel watched the pleasure and lust on her face, her eyes fluttering as she reached out and began to rub her clit with her hand. She threw her head back and moaned long and loud as he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. Angel felt her pussy throb once, then twice, around his cock and knew she was about to cum.

A slow stir of pleasure was drumming around me despite the pain that gripped at me. His mouth nibbled on my neck. "How does it feel, Sia?" His tone was unfathomably low and thick. "Hmm," my eyes turned to him dreamily. "I like the way your pussy clench my dick," he said to my ears, "like it feels right to be inside you." He continued. "I never knew a pleasure like this existed," I gasped when he forced in a slam. Though painful, it was spiced with pleasure. He looked into my eyes, "want me to come harder?"

Isla felt a dizzying sense of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. Isla closed her eyes, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. The sensations were a symphony of delight, a crescendo of sensations that threatened to consume her. Every touch, every movement, was a masterpiece, a testament to Vincent's expertise. She arched against him, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure, her mind a whirlwind of sensations.

The heat of his tongue was like molten lava, and his actions were a relentless assault of pleasure that she She couldn’t control the words spilling from her lips. It was as if her mouth had a life of its own, expressing the raw pleasure that overwhelmed her senses. Her moans were spontaneous, an outpouring of the intense joy Alvin was giving her. Alvin’s concentration was unwavering, his every movement precise and dedicated. He seemed absorbed in a world of his own, paying no attention to anything but the task of pleasuring her. His tongue worked with a skillful rhythm, each touch and caress meticulously calculated to maximize her pleasure. The sensation was so profound it defied description

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.

They why all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting? When he’s completely inside me, he stopped moving and started kissing my lips hungrily like the thread of his patience is just a millimeter at most. I could feel him inside me, truly feel him. This is so new, the feeling, the way this affects me, the way I’m liking having sex with a man not my husband, this is pure pleasure. A Sinful Pleasure. He started pulling out slowly and I cried as I felt my flesh followed the rhythm of his move.

He came closer and first, he gently pulled down my pants and ran his fingers from my knee down my stomach. His touch sent shivers all over my body. He wrapped his arms around me and unhooked my bra. And breast stood erect, pointing at his muscular chest. He lifted me like I weighed nothing and sat me on the large reading table. Then he pulled at my hardened nipples and took one of it into his mouth, he sucked and licked it while rubbing on the other. I shut my eyes as my whole body felt the greatest pleasures of my life. Then without warning I felt his fingers on my pussy.