Pleasures Novels & Stories

Tears gathered in my eyes, but he didn't let the emotion settle or stop him. He crouched again and inhaled my scent like an addict on drugs. I could feel the heat of his eyes, the sting of his breath. He stopped the paddle right over my pussy. I could feel it. He could see it. The shameless result of his punishment — my pussy leaking with pleasure. “I knew it,” he grinned, voice thick with satisfaction. “You get a kick from these kinds of things, don’t you?”

Consciously and deliberately, her eyes traced the delicate contours of her face, the heaving of her bosom, her immaculate figure that had been driving guys of all ages wild. She longed to touch her, to trail her fingers down her slender abdomen. She wanted to play with those awesome-looking boobies. She wanted to slide her hand underneath her slutty dress and claw into her panties. In her mind, Amber would be wet for her, aching for her touch. Kimberly would cup her cousin's bare sex that would feel so warm and moist against her palm. She would then bob her hand, grinding the heel of her palm against the clit, while Amber would squeeze her own her breast and wail in pleasure until she couldn

She just wants to cum again, to feel that mind-shattering pleasure once more. He leaned back, positioning her body to his liking. He spread her legs wide on the bed. Her swollen pussy came into full view, glistening with the wetness that had already spread all over it. Mark slowly lowered his head, and Corvina held her breath in anticipation. He placed his tongue flat against her entrance, a slow, deliberate lick that traveled from her hole to her clit. "She quickly arched her back, her hands flying to the bed sheets, clutching them so tightly. She felt a pleasure she had never felt before, a pleasure so intense it was almost agonizing."

“But I will not pretend the air between us is clean. Every time you sing, I hear the want in your voice. Every time I preach about the flesh, I see the colour rise in your cheeks. We both know what this is.” My mouth is dry. “What is it?” “Forbidden Pleasure.” He says the word like it tastes good. “And you are already half lost to it.” I cannot answer. My heart is beating too hard. My skin feels too tight. Between my legs there is a low, steady pulse that has no business being there in a church. Pastor Hale sets the sheet music down on the stall. He straightens his coat. “Practice is over for today. Go home, Grace. Sit at your mother’s table. Bow your head for evening prayer. But when you cl

Souls that had arrived uncertain now swam with radiant joy exploring pleasure with creativity and deep connection. In the soft afterglow the core eight withdrew to a secluded floating platform. There they shared their own intimate communion beginning with slow tender caresses and deep loving kisses. It built gradually into raw exhaustive passion. Multiple cocks filled willing dripping holes. Tongues and fingers explored every combination. Bodies slid together in sweat cum nectar and glowing water until they collapsed in a perfectly content tangle of limbs. Vespera nestled between me and Silas her body flushed covered in love marks and leaking from every thoroughly used hole. She looked up wi

“So fucking perfect. Leaking milk all over us while your pussy makes those sloppy sounds for me.” I cried out loudly, my body arching up to meet his thrusts. The wet, rhythmic squelching of my pussy filled the living room as he drove into me over and over. His cock stretched me perfectly, hitting deep with every stroke. He fondled my breasts relentlessly, sometimes pressing them together, sometimes tugging on the nipples to make milk spray across my chest. The pleasure was overwhelming, building higher and higher with each powerful thrust.

With each movement of his tongue, it was as if he was creating a masterpiece of pleasure, leaving me breathless and longing for more. The warmth that spread from my core seemed to extend beyond the confines of my body, creating a cocoon of pleasure that enveloped me in its tantalizing embrace. It was as if every touch from Marius acted as a catalyst, igniting a symphony of sensations that danced along my skin and sent shivers down my spine. With each exhale, I released a symphony of moans and sighs, each one a testament to the euphoria that coursed through me. The electric currents of pleasure surged through every nerve ending, painting a canvas of ecstasy that I never knew existed.

It's more than mortal flesh can stand. Is it possible to die of pleasure overload? Straining and heaving uselessly against my restraints, my bawls turn to wails, then to howls. Then as a hot, wet, mouth plants over my entrance once more, into screams. I think he's tongue-fucking me. It's hard to tell as one sensation after another merges into a single great wash of sensation. Sheer sensory overload wipes out everything else. Pleasure. Pain. It's all the same.

A moan escapes from me when I feel him slide it through my intimacy, the sensation excites me and more when his tongue keeps fiddling with my nipples, my legs move wanting more, he knows how to make my body desire it and that's what I love most about him. —Tonight... will be one of the many nights I will make you feel the most illicit pleasures, my wife. I spread my legs for him as I let myself be carried away by the pleasure and succumb to the passion and desire I feel when I am with him. —Let's begin then.

“Our prince wields a mighty sword for the pleasure of his lovers. Remember the three points of pleasure that a woman possesses and work all three as you take your pleasure my pretty princeling. She will reward you for your generosity.” Thaelen dragged his c-ck out to the tip, and angled his thrust into her upwards, pressing against the textured spot just within her, before striking deep, and Akaus’ hands encouraged the grind at the deepest point, pressing Thaelen’s pubic hair against Besafora’s external pearl of pleasure. “Good, good,” Akaus was panting with vicarious enjoyment. “So good.” “Yes,” Besafora moaned. “So good. Just like that, my prince, again and again…”