The Pleasure 소설 & 이야기

“Let go for me.” And I did. The storm broke inside me, trembling waves pulling me under as I moaned his name again and again. He didn’t stop - his tongue licked me through it, gentle now, his fingers easing but steady, drawing the pleasure out until I collapsed back into the bed, shuddering. He kissed his way back up, slow and tender, his mouth damp, his chin glistening with me. He pressed a kiss to my lips, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into the kiss, and he groaned in answer, his body shaking above mine.

To explore and experience the supreme form of pleasure. As her breath steadied, she felt the faint press of his canines against her shoulder. The pleasure of being torn by his teeth overlapped with the pleasure of her climax. It was mild yet delicious enough to snag her breath. She closed her eyes in submission, feeling the pressure mounting.

Rafael’s eyes were glued to me, wide and mesmerized, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he watched me take him, the pleasure carving raw, unguarded awe across his face. His hands gripped my hips harder, steadying me as I adjusted, my breath coming in sharp, ragged pants, the stretch and heat of him inside me making my head spin. Then, he started thrusting, slow at first, shallow rolls of his hips that dragged a low, desperate moan from deep in my chest, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. “Fuck, Rafael,” I gasped, my voice breaking, because holly shit, I hadn’t felt this good in forever, every slow, deliberate push of his cock hitting me just right, s

That kind of thing. But what I feel right now. Ultimate pleasure I don't ever expect it feels like. I thought of my foster father. Of the disgust. Of the fear. This wasn’t like that. Not even close. If this is what pleasure is supposed to feel like, then screw all the shame. Screw the guilt. Screw anyone who tried to steal this from me before. For the first time in my life, I wanted to live inside this feeling. Not for him. But for me. ---

I don't find pleasure in these things. I like to fuck for my pleasure, yes, but not to be touched by objects like these whores. Fuck them, yes, but not be touched by them.Just thinking about having their hands on my body is making me sick to my stomach. I don't like being touched at all without my permission. The last whore who dared to kiss me without my permission ended up with a bullet in the head. You may think I felt guilt by doing this but let me break this fucking dream to you- I didn't.

"Who. And I think Dallas may be right. By the time we're finished tomorrow, you'll be primed for the next level of the pleasure principle." She yawned. "Just what is the pleasure principle?" "Striving to constantly attain the highest level of pleasure possible. And that's what we've got in store for you, princess. Meanwhile, close your eyes and get some sleep." As she drifted off Tracie's last thought was how lucky she was the day Pete Montgomery had turned out to be her new boss.

Chapter 4 I've been here for three days now and I haven't done anything productive. For example, this afternoon I sat on the couch for three hours watching Friends and only moved from the couch because I was hungry. I turned off the TV and went to the kitchen to get something to satisfy my craving. I don't eat well at all, I have no appetite lately, I miss my brother and my house so much. Being here watching TV on the couch all day is not very pleasant and not fun either.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, drawing me closer to the edge of bliss. In that transcendent moment, my senses were enveloped within the ethereal realm of our profound and intoxicating connection. A symphony of emotions surged through the depths of my being as if the very universe itself had conspired to unite our souls. The boundaries that once confined us dissipated, allowing for an exquisite dance of pleasure to unfold.

A moan escapes from me when I feel him slide it through my intimacy, the sensation excites me and more when his tongue keeps fiddling with my nipples, my legs move wanting more, he knows how to make my body desire it and that's what I love most about him. —Tonight... will be one of the many nights I will make you feel the most illicit pleasures, my wife. I spread my legs for him as I let myself be carried away by the pleasure and succumb to the passion and desire I feel when I am with him. —Let's begin then.

His words are deep and graveled with emotion and pleasure. “Yours” I can’t finish my sentence or even my thought since he’s sped up, both his thumb and hips and I’m whisked away from my mind. There’s only my body, his, and pure pleasure. And when we crash down, we do it together, groaning and wailing, both incoherent in our release. And as the waves of pleasure slow, we only have the energy left to cling to each other. The god that decided to send this sex god her way loved her genuinely as tears of joy from the ecstasy she was feeling rolls down her eyes as she screamed his name on the top of her voice..