Pursuit Of Pleasure Novels & Stories

I tір mу реlvіѕ uр mоrе, trуіng tо tаkе соntrоl аnd urge him tо hurry, but hе’ѕ еnjоуіng himself, ѕо I go bасk tо twisting аt my nіррlеѕ аnd watching thе ѕwеаt run dоwn hіѕ muѕсlеd сhеѕt. Thеrе’ѕ ѕоmеthіng ѕо hot about a man whо саn take mе. I usually never lеt anyone tаkе this much control, but fееlіng hіm own the ѕрееd of mу pleasure makes me wild wіth desire.

But all I know is the pleasure that I am feeling is beyond any limits it's like the thrill of climbing the cliff people told you will never be able to reach but with each step and sweat you see the peak coming closer, the excitement the thrill and the hormones inside your body starts dancing and when you realize then you are closer to the peak. The exhaustion in your body and legs vanished and instead of climbing, your body yearns to cover the remaining distance running. Because patience starts to feel like the biggest enemy that you come acroinnto your life. That is the same feeling I am going through, because with each thrust on my sweet spot is bringing me closer to the peak of my pleasur

He knew exactly what he was doing; how to make her crave it and then satisfy the urge. He thrust into her as she moved with his rhythm. “How I've missed this.” The words slipped out of Jayden’s mouth, and Loverina agreed silently. She had always wanted him to touch her for the longest time. Her body had been crying out for him. He didn’t stop thrusting, slowing just enough to keep her wanting more. Even if she moaned loudly, no one would hear cause the shower was still running, washing the soap off her body. Her butt cheeks slammed against him as he increased the pace of thrusting.

My knees parted on the floor of the tub, my hands holding the slippery edge, my back fully arched waiting for the moment and my head slightly bent backward, facing the full-length reflector screen, plastered on the wall, feeling a reckless urge to watch myself. The diluted water created more pain than pleasure in a way—maybe as Post Malone, Young Thug, and Kurt had famously opined, too much pleasure is pain. Too much of a quest for pleasure is stress. But in my case, it is worth it. Every stress I'd have to endure would be worth it, hopefully.

“The sting of the crop will ignite a thousand nerve endings that you never knew you had, and the residual burn will set flame to a thousand more. A little pain will flood endorphins and adrenaline all through your body, heightening your awareness to such a degree that a whisper of air upon your flesh will feel like a hurricane. It can also delay an impending orgasm, intensifying your climax tenfold when you finally manage to fight past the delicious burn that is consuming you. It’s all about pleasure.” James had started to wave his arms about and was looking very animated. He was obviously very passionate about his work. I looked unconvinced, but I wasn’t going to contradict him. This was hi

Conflicting emotions surged and seethed through her as he ran one strong hand over her buttocks down to that secret, forbidden place where no man had ever been before; to the puckered rosebud of her anus. As Sebastian began his slow, rhythmic lovemaking again, Kate wrapped her leg round his body, pulling him against her, urging him further into her, and opening herself to Rupert. She was both scared and excited, yet she also felt secure in her trust of these men. They wanted purely to pleasure her and to bring her to the very frontiers of desire. And now Rupert, as the head of his proud, erect manhood nudged towards her behind, was reaching those frontiers. Kate winced in pain as he forced h

The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with a primal energy that crackled around us. Our passion grew with every stroke, every thrust, as the boundaries of pleasure were pushed to their limits. Bliss enveloped us, our bodies moving in a rhythmic dance that transcended the physical realm. The room echoed with the symphony of our moans and gasps, a testament to the depths of our connection. As we reached the pinnacle of pleasure, our cries mingled in the air, merging into a harmonious chorus of satisfaction. It was a moment of pure euphoria, a release that shattered all constraints and unleashed the raw power of our desires.

The idea, once foreign, now held a certain allure, a promise of unexplored depths of pleasure and connection. As he continued, Carver began to understand what Peyton meant. Why restrict oneself when there's a whole spectrum of joy and pleasure to be experienced? Each touch and shared breath between them was a journey into understanding and accepting the various ways to experience and give pleasure. Peyton reached his peak, his climax cascading onto Carver's stomach. This sight and sensation immediately set off Carver's own powerful climax. He pulled Peyton in, his arm encircling him in a firm embrace as continuous waves of pleasure washed over him. Carver experienced an unexpected extension

“It is because you have spent your whole life taking. And when you take you do not feel it. You just consume it and move on to the next thing.” His eyes snapped to mine and they were dark and stormy and full of something I could not quite name. Pain maybe or recognition. “You want to feel it?” I asked and stopped just out of reach. “You want to actually experience pleasure instead of chasing it like a ghost that keeps slipping through your fingers?” “Yes,” he said and his voice broke on the word. “Then you are going to have to earn it.” I let that hang in the air between us for a moment and watched the way his throat worked as he swallowed.

Obviously, to her, she did dislike self-control, but she had to control herself only that will her mum will be pleased, but it will jeopardize her dreams and none of her fantasy will come to reality. Her main issue was her requesting pussy. If that a person could be driven around by his dick, for what reason couldn't her pussy give orders? It was continuously requesting satisfaction, and she would fulfill its requests, regardless of whether she wasn't in a proper setting, same as the shopping center, school, the transport or during supper while her mom and Derek ate. When she arrived at Derek's door, her pussy lips were wet, sliding across one another. The fantasy she had been working out wa