Shidou Here Comes The Dopamine Novels & Stories

The forward and backward movement of her mouth on his male shaft, ignited an electric current in his body as he drew ragged breaths. She chokes, then he gives her another moment to catch her breath, then he slides it in again and another thrusting motion stimulates the right amount of dopamine in his body that makes him come. He groaned in ecstasy, his creamy fluid spilled all over her face and some in her mouth. His breathing started returning back to normal and he was calm again. “How was it?” she asked with a lustful smirk. He didn't answer. “I know you enjoyed it; no one can please you like I do, Alpha.”

"So beautiful like this. You were made for us." Damon's rhythm is relentless, controlled, the same commanding energy he brings to everything, channeled now into making me come apart. His thumb finds my clit again, and I'm climbing faster this time, my body still sensitized from before. "Again," Damon says. "Give me another one." I don't have a choice. My body obeys him before my mind can catch up, and I'm coming again, clenching around him, feeling his rhythm stutter as my pleasure triggers his.

Gordon explained "Wow!. This is such a wonderful news. hah! now you are welcome fully to the family, Hon. Gordon." Matt smiled broadly "Thank you Mr Wailer. So...you promised if i help you get rid of Dante, in return i get full protection from your organization and i have done my path." Gordon said "Yes...yes i know, relax!. I just said, you are fully welcome to the family. (puff) You should know what that means." Matt smirked before quenching the weed on a plate

Yea, I’m sure he'd like to go first but he wasn’t able to do anything anymore when I expertly penetrated the needle in a protruding vein in my arm. Mark nodded as he proceeded on making another one. Soon as the contents of the syringe were consumed, my heartbeat began slamming violently against my chest. A slight ringing emerged in my ears but immediately died down. The wave of pleasure rushed in my blood and sent me alive more than anything else. It was so intensely good which made it all the more addictive. An enormous amount of dopamine had conquered my body. It was impossible to control myself from smiling. I could do it forever with the pleasure that had inhabited me fully.

D-DAY-2 = DOOMSDAY Vlad opened his eyes, his black iris now replaced by blood red ones. He was in killer mode and his senses were especially heightened now. “It’s here.” All around him, the clairvoyants spread out, forming a circle, each with a wand in their hands. The only people missing were Suzanne and Tom.

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

Make you come untouched. I whimpered, hand moving faster. Me: Yes. Fuck yes. Me: Want your cum inside me. Want to feel it leaking out. Dorian: You’ll get it. Every drop. Dorian: Come for me now, baby. Imagine me filling you up. I shoved my face into the pillow and came hard, shaking, biting fabric to stay quiet. My whole body buzzed. Me: Holy crap. Wrecked. Dorian: Good boy. Dorian: Clean up. Drink some water. Try to sleep.

“Oh, you’re eager tonight, aren’t you, baby? What do you want to see?” Then, another ding. A bigger one. $100. The username makes my breath catch. DomTheBoss69. He’s been my white whale for two weeks. A top-tier tipper who never shows his face or uses his mic, only the chat. His words are always, always a command. DomTheBoss69: The red is a good color. But it’s still in the way. A thrill shoots straight to my core. My pussy clenches around nothing, already getting slick. This is the game. This is the real addiction.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone’s eyes turned to us. I maintained my smile, giving nothing away, not even a hint of anger. Meanwhile, Quinn pranced around like a little dog with its tail wagging, eagerly showcasing her newfound closeness with Serena to anyone willing to notice. It was as if stepping on me would somehow elevate her standing. "That’s great, my dear Quinn! I’ve been hoping for someone to help me out!" I warmly grasped Quinn’s hand, my eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Of course, I was thrilled for someone to take over the mess I’d left behind.