Siply Pleasure Novels & Stories

she continued, her voice dropping into a low purr, “is simple. You do what you want, with who you want. No questions, no labels, no guilt. Just pleasure. Pure, filthy pleasure.” Her hand flicked in the air as if she were sketching the scene for me. “Imagine walking into a room glowing in red light, velvet couches against the walls, music thick and pulsing. You don’t even make it past the entrance before you see a woman on her knees sucking two cocks at once, while another is bent over the bar getting fucked so hard the glasses shake. Nobody hides. Nobody pretends. It’s all out in the open—bodies sweaty, dripping, begging, taking.”

And he sound pleasured. I looked at him. He looked at me intently, his eyes are full of lust. I can see he enjoys what he's doing. "Sir ... ahh." I moaned. My stomach getting tighter. I'm close to my release. I wanna hold him, scratch him unconsciously. But I couldn't reach him and my body was so weak that I couldn't move. I wanna watch him as he enters me, but all I can do is shut my eyes closed and breath through my mouth because of the waves of pleasure that he's giving me. "Hmp!" I cried, feeling so fucking good. I feel like I'm about to pee. My stomach tightening and my legs are shaking.

Someone had changed her. The champagne silk was gone. In its place, a simple black slip that fell mid‑thigh, cotton soft and indecently thin. No bra. No jewelry. The restraints at her wrists gleamed dull silver, anchored to the headboard by invisible magnetic locks. The new collar sat snug against her throat, a smooth band interrupted only by a small, dark panel at the front. Her cheeks stayed cool. Siren training again: nothing to be embarrassed about. Shame got people killed.

He pressed gently against my swollen folds through the cloth. “So wet already,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Your body knows exactly what it needs.” He rubbed slow circles over my most sensitive spot. My hips jerked forward on their own, a broken whimper escaping my throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything I had ever felt. My knees trembled, threatening to give out but Silas caught me, holding me steady against the wall while his fingers continued their wicked work. “Let go, sweet Mary. Let me show you how good it can feel to sin.”

I yelped and squirmed on his desk, tears pricking my eyes as the burning pain mixed with filthy pleasure. Mr. Kent didn’t hold back. He whipped my ass mercilessly, turning both plump cheeks bright red beneath the thin navy tights. Every strike made my big tits bounce and my soaked pussy clench with need. My ass was glowing and throbbing when he finally stopped, his arm tired.

And two fingers slam into my body, jutting me back, my back arching once again at pleasure roars through the pit of my stomach. “Yes, yes! Declan, yes!” My head thrashes wildly from side to side, the excruciating pleasure roaring through my body, “please. Yes. More.” I can’t stay quiet. I need this. My mates’ love, their bodies against me is as vital to my existence as breathing. “Oh, you greedy girl,” Declan chuckles, his fingers twisting inside me, catching every single sensitive spot within me, “wanna cum?” I think about his words, trying to assimilate some sense, some meaning before it clicks in my head, “yes! Please!” I’m desperate here, completely at this god’s mercy and he’s fucking t

“Mine.” With one final thrust, my body opens even wider as my pleasure explodes around us, briefly filling the room with bright, sparkling light. As we both come back into ourselves, Sly rests next to me, his body slowly melting back into his usual self. Something wet touches my thigh and I look down, startled. “Sly…” I reach down and find his condom has slipped off still partly inside of me, his cum staining the sheets and covering my sensitive parts. “Fuck!” Sly curses, pulling the rest of the now useless protection from my body.

Sarah’s answering yelp morphed into an erotic sigh of surrender to the pain before it ebbed into pleasure. “That’s our good little girl.” Zayne purred to her, continuing to drag the ice down her body and leaving little pools of water as it melted. “You belong to us, princess. Your body, your soul, your pain and your pleasure. No need to fight it. Just let go and let us give you what you need.”

Courses of pleasure were washing over her in barely spaceable seconds. Nate allowed his mouth to lean on Sia’s lips reaching for her breasts. He took one of them into his mouth sucking, licking, and biting while fondling the other. Sia arched her back while moaning loudly. Nate was good at driving her to the edge of her restraint, he made her feel good, so good that it drove her crazy. Her fingers remained in his hair as Nate switched between the two breasts intermittently offering each the service of sucking, licking, and biting. The milky white substance was already dripping out of the breasts and Sia continued moaning feeling herself wet all over. She felt something poking her and smiled

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo