Pleasures Novels & Stories

Adrienne stammered, struggling to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Her hands sensually caressed her own curves, momentarily lost in the intense rush of desire. Fingers then glided through his hair, causing an electric surge of pleasure to course through her body. Lying back, she couldn't help but be consumed by the ecstasy her body craved, her moans punctuating the air. In that sacred moment, the purpose of her visit slipped from her thoughts, drowned by the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

“Fuck...... Yes....faster..... I am cumming.” I scream in delight as I come undone, and the pleasure washes over me. My body is trembling, and I can feel my heart pounding. I collapse, my body still buzzing with pleasure. I’m left breathless, my mind still spinning from the intensity of the moment. I can feel my skin flush and a warm glow radiating from my core. I take a few deep breaths, savoring the blissful sensation.

His hair scruffy. He holds my left ass cheek and holds his long, thick shaft with his other hand as he rubs against me. I guess he wants to douse the pain I feel. The pains he inflicted on me but if that’s what he thinks, he's wrong because I don’t just feel pain. I feel pleasure. The ministration is that which borders on pains and pleasure. I doubted my pornstar neighbor when she told me this but there’s bliss in a mixture of pains and pleasure.

I said as I slowly starred the burning sensation from within. Adam took of his entire cloths and climbed on me, he opened my legs and slowly wet his hand with saliva. He was going to steam my pussy before his dick enters_ that's how he usually does it and I'd love if Lucas learns from this and readies my pussy for his dick... " Do you like this?". He asked me..

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 forced my eyes open, and the sight unraveled me - Cassian between my thighs, his lips and tongue worshipping me, his gaze locked on mine, raw and reverent. I moaned his name, and he groaned as though the sound pushed him closer to breaking. When his fingers curled deeper, pleasure spilled through me, sharp and warm. My thighs shook, my hips bucked, and I couldn’t hold back the sounds that tore from my throat. “That’s it,” he whispered against me. “Let go for me.”

“Hey, I told you…no pleasure for you tonight.” “Wait, do you actually think I only get pleasure when you're fucking me, blowing my cock, or giving me a handjob?” “Isn't it…obvious?” I arch a brow, but his next words change my idea of what's pleasurable to him. “Nah, you're wrong, Malishka. I find pleasure even when I have my tongue in your pussy, my fingers in you, when I'm licking your skin, when I'm kissing you. Heck, I find pleasure in watching you touch yourself.” He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, adding. “You don't need to touch me for me to be pleased. Just seeing you alone is a pleasure on its own.”

She’s not herself right now—she can’t be. Tears begin to drip from the corners of her eyes, uncontrollably. But not from pain. No. These are tears of pleasure—profound, immeasurable, soul-breaking pleasure. The kind of ecstasy that no human being should be able to bear. Her fists clench tightly against the bed sheets, knuckles white, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably with each powerful thrust.

My Leona. I shifted, groaned, pressed my palm lower, pressing against the hardness straining in my jeans. The bruise on my wrist ached when I moved, but that ache twisted into something hotter, darker. Pain and pleasure mixing until I didn’t know which one I was chasing. All I knew was the memory of her, the taste of her mouth, the sound of her breath when she broke apart beneath me.

It was leaking, flapping wildly in front of him, slapping against his abs and sometimes… against mine when he dropped low enough. I couldn’t look away. My grip on his waist tightened, the other hand trailing forward, wrapping around that gorgeous length of his. Hot. Hard. Pulsing. Liam moaned loud—desperate and high-pitched—and I swore my hips jerked up harder just hearing it. I watched in the mirror as he threw his head back, chest heaving, the pleasure wrecking him. “You see yourself?” I grunted, voice low, gravel in my throat. “You see how fucking good you look getting ruined?”