Temporary Bliss Novels & Stories

One thick finger slid inside her, curling perfectly. “Damian….” “Shh. Let me feel you.” He pumped slowly, thumb circling her clit. Elena rocked against his hand, biting his shoulder to stay quiet. The pleasure built fast…too fast…until she came with a broken whimper, clenching around his fingers. He held her through it, whispering against her hair. “We’re going to fix this. All of it.” But as her breathing slowed, her phone lit up one final time. Unknown: Too late.

You handled today beautifully. She stared at the screen. Then typed back. You’re watching closely. Of course, came the reply. Visibility is a habit. Clara exhaled. What do you want? she typed. A pause. Then: Balance. Clara laughed softly, the sound bitter. You mistake restraint for weakness, she replied. Another pause. Then: I mistake proximity for danger. Clara set the phone down. She didn’t reply again. ⸻ The next morning, the consequences sharpened.

Not because a restriction was placed on me, but because I'd grown too busy. While my mind reeled like a cyclone, I felt the world around me darken, as if the sun had veered off course and an eclipse replaced it. Jolting awake, my eyes locked onto Emily leaning into me, her features twisted in a mixture of concern and excitement. There was something in her eyes, or perhaps I'd seen wrong. “What's, what's wrong?” “Let's make a promise,” she said, her voice low and laced with mischief. “What's that?” I asked, surprise and curiosity visible on my face at the same time.

“What happened? “ I don’t understand what’s happening and I can’t process everything right now. I have to catch my breath. [slowly calms] I look around to see the place and I am sure I am not in my house. This place… looks like a condominium… yes, I am right. The blinds are open and the sunlight is flashing through the transparent big glass wall and I am probably on a high floor. [deep sigh] I wonder how I got here. Did I hook up with a girl last night? Was I drunk?? Grr, I’ll figure out everything later. I have to go back now. My fiancée is probably waiting for me. I push myself up from the bed but… “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” “What the---” I rapidly close my eyes again and hoped that it was

Like the ominous prelude to a nightmare, the two hours preceding the earthquake felt just like the start of any ordinary workday. Little did we anticipate that an unexpected natural catastrophe would shatter our tranquil lives so abruptly. It was early March in Peneland, and despite the lingering snow, cherry blossoms had already begun to grace us with their presence. To offer an early reward before the ensuing two weeks of demanding work, our supervisor had granted us an early break. He had chosen the Peneland Ski Resort as our retreat—a renowned destination globally and conveniently close to our base, fostering team bonding among our team.

A low growl erupted in his chest, “Let the poor thing eat before you cause her to pass out from pleasure,” Brandon said as he stretched his arms. “She slept like a rock once she got in bed.” They all chuckled a bit as we began fixing plates. After dinner, I saw a little bag from a store I had never heard of, so I asked, “What’s Angel’z Place?” The four of them smirked a bit while Brandon got up to grab the bag, “It’s a naughty adult store.” He told me, handing the bag to me. “We wanted to get you something, and we want you to use it tomorrow.” I opened the bag and felt heat rush to my cheeks.

Tugging at her shirt and cupping her buttocks through her shorts. She thought briefly of her stupid, Stupid plan to have bad sex with him. Impatient, clumsy sex. His impatiens thrilled her, and she reveled in his clumsy, grasping hands. They spoke of his passion. Of the urgency of the moment. The need to possess and claim.

We continued like that, Alex feeding me bite by bite, both of us smiling and completely relaxed in a way we had never quite been able to be before. I realized this was what I truly wanted. These quiet, sweet moments. This feeling of being truly cared for. "What are you thinking?" Alex asked, holding out a piece of strawberry. "That I could get used to this," I admitted honestly. Something moved in his eyes, pleasure mixed with sadness. "Anna—" "I know," I interrupted. "I know what you are going to say. That this cannot last. That it is impossible. But can we just... can we just have this morning? Just pretend for a few hours that we are two people who can actually be together?"

“Now relax. Take it easy.” Yes! It’s over! Sexy private time, here we come. I watch through semi-closed eyes as Angelina and Carissa withdraw from our curtained enclosure. There’s no sound at all except for the cotton curtains, flapping gently in the breeze. I stare up at the blue, unable to speak, I’m so overcome by torpor and lust. I think this is the most blissful state I’ve ever been in. Post-massage; pre-sex. “So.” Ben’s hand squeezes mine again. “At last.”

It feeds on the souls of those who try to escape. Bliss had spent years trapped inside that mansion, feeling like a ghost in her own life, like a woman made of glass. The house had taken her joy, her freedom, her identity. But now, now she had the key to her own future. She wasn’t going to be a part of the house’s twisted game anymore. No matter what it cost her.