Temporary Bliss Novels & Stories

blissful, loving, and precious. THE END…

Waves of bliss are racing from my burning ache to my edges in a sweet torment, our sexual tension reaching the stars before being released. I wish this will never end, but I know it will.

I asked him. “Don’t worry, babe, it’ll just numb your consciousness for an hour so you won’t try to run away from here or create problems till you’re sold off,” I heard him say before everything began to blur for me. . . . Having my senses reawakened, I wasn't on stage anymore. Wherever I am, I felt comfortable, smooth, and cold. The next instant, I realized I was laying on the seat of a….plane?! The sharp throb was still passing through my head when I got up, possibly caused by the tablet the man gave me earlier. Messaging my temples to release some pain, I heard a soft masculine voice speaking to me.

There is no one there. “ Oh come on. The visions then this. What am I some of daydreaming huh?, ” Elyna groaning while pitching her forehead softly. Suddenly, her head feels hurt so bad. Her eyes seems blurry as she feel like want to faint. Too bad. She’s falling down on the ground and her eyes completely close. [ Elyna faint ] --- Elyna open her eyes slowly. She feels glare as she open her eyes with the bright light point towards her face.

It was the sound of a district being systematically devoured by engineered pleasure. People in the streets began to sway, their laughter escalating into unnaturally high-pitched peals of joy. Some dropped to their knees, their faces turned skyward, mouths agape, as if drinking directly from the amplified Nectar’s source. Others embraced strangers, their eyes locked in a shared, synthetic rapture. Bima fought through the haze, forcing himself to focus on Lia's desperate face, on Kevin's trembling form. He remembered Anya’s words: The butterfly pea flowers … it offers us peace. The ability to discern truth from illusion.

“Gonna keep filling it. Gonna keep you dripping. Gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.” I come again…shattering, vision whiting out. He follows last load of the night. Hot. Thick. Claiming. We collapse for real this time. Sweaty. Spent. Tangled. His arms around me. Cock softening inside me. He kisses my temple. “You’re mine,” he whispers. I nod. Exhausted. Sated. This pussy? This body? This heart?” He presses a slow kiss to my pulse. “All mine. Forever.” I close my eyes.

Sophie POV The peace was profound. Not the fragile, held-breath quiet of the months after Cedar Falls and Pier 17, but a deep, resonant calm that had settled into the very bones of the Blackstone penthouse. Sunlight, genuine and warm, streamed through the expansive windows, gilding the edges of furniture and catching dust motes dancing in lazy spirals.

Cheryl Gareth Everything was blurred but us. Soft mushy lips pressed against mine, guiding me. The kiss started out as soft and sweet until it turned into a hot mess, breathing heavy and very much in need for more. As much as I enjoyed this I couldn’t let it stay that way. I withdrew from his warmth, “We can’t do this.” “Cheryl, listen.” He held my face in his hand and wiped away my tears. His tender palm massaged my scalp in comfort. Yet, I wasn’t at ease.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.