Pursuit Of Pleasure の小説・ストーリー

“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

“And one day you’ll learn that wanting and having are never the same.” Duvesa’s lips curved — not quite a smile. “We’ll see.” She turned toward the door, collecting her composure with every step. When it closed behind her, the office exhaled — as though her presence had been a weight on the air. ********************************** Lucien had never believed in pleasure for its own sake. Pleasure was a tool — sharp, effective, temporary, He’d learned that early, long before Aragon Enterprises and boardrooms and the gilded masks of men in power who thought they ruled the world.

Every smallness aggregated into a map of her limits. Pleasure. A dangerous word. Pleasure was an admission of interior life; it named an inner geography I could not legislate away with locks and lists. I never wanted the obvious collapse of someone reduced to fear. That was amateur cruelty. What I wanted — what I’d been designing — was the subtler surrender that rearranged a person’s measurement of reward and danger. A rush of warmth in a long-hardened place. A memory that complicated resistance.

She was not only learning what one needed and why the feeling of pleasure was so important, but she was also able to perceive what life was all about. However, one thing which she could not understand was the fact that why was the feeling of pleasure so undervalued in life?! Being happy was one segment, no doubt, but being pleasured was also equally important. And in no sense could the two be clubbed together. One could be happy and enjoy the sensual gratification, but even the ones who are not happy can still successfully take part in sexual enjoyment.

This risky venture demanded my full commitment, and I was willing to give everything, even my own pleasure, to see it through. The pleasure we shared was a means to an end, a way to manipulate and deceive, and I was willing to sacrifice my own desires for the greater cause. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the room became a battleground of pleasure and purpose. The symphony of our moans and his growls filled the air, drowning out any doubts or fears that threatened to surface. At that moment, there was only us, locked in a dance of pleasure and strategy, fueled by a shared determination to bring down the man who stood in our way.

I have become consumed by my consumption of Orenda. Bringing her body to pleasure has turned into an obsession that continues to rob me of my faculties. No longer am I satisfied to see her vulnerable, sleeping form writhe in ecstasy as her mind fills with dreams of me, now I crave to see the pleasure in her eyes. I sought her out like a shark seeks out chum in the water. I let her touch me and her touch became my undoing. The exquisite burn of her skin cast a blinding, primal haze over my mind and in that moment, it was no longer just her pleasure I craved but my own. I hungered to feel my pleasure through her, but I was not prepared for it.

The pleasure intensified with every stroke, every kiss, every moan that escaped our lips. The boundaries of pleasure blurred, and I became entwined with their desire. We were souls seeking ultimate pleasure and connection. As the intensity built, I could feel my release approaching. The pleasure within me was ready to explode. I tightened my walls around their hard lengths, my insides clenching in response to the pleasure pouring through my veins. I felt the tension coiling within me, ready to explode in a euphoric release.

Oh… oh god… I was… The ache became a need and that began to drive me forward to reach for him, but I gripped the fur on either side of me instead, grounding myself as I suddenly understood what he meant about chasing my pleasure. I bent that knee harder, pressing down on his shoulder to tilt my hips up and pull myself against where he slid against me. He passed over my core where he’d enter me, and my hips bucked reflexively, seeking, needing something inside me to ease the ache. “Cazz!” “Focus on the pleasure, beautiful. Chase it. Seek it. Ignore everything else…” he hissed, his own breath hitching. I was starting to make noises, little mewling cries at the peak of each slide. Twitching. Gr

We were so lost, devoid of everything around us, the world we live within and the world beyond all left in a haze. He didn't stop until he released himself deep within me taking himself and me to unknown heights of pleasure. I was full him being inside, stretched and him finding his release in me. I was on pills and we both were clean but still we used precautions. It was all him and all of me together entangled in every way possible. Pleasure has never been so intense and painful but it was all worth it in the end.