The Pleasure Principle Book Novels & Stories

Him on top of me again, pressing his weight against mine, his cock hard in front of me. "Fucking gorgeous," he hissed, admiring the view of my breasts. Then he bent down to kiss my nipples, pinching the other one with his thumb and index finger. He was the master and I was merely his pawn. A very willing pawn. He didn't stop. ANd I let him do what he wanted, eagerly taking in the pleasure that consumed me. He traveled his free hand down. To my stomach, to my pelvis, to my thighs, and there. Jackpot. He pushed my lips on the side and swirled his finger in a small circle around my clit. It was so good. A chill went down my body that made my toes curl and I gripped his, took a fistful of his ha

The consuming tip felt as though it were searing her sensitive spots straightforwardly while it twisted across her delicate skin in a whirling, multifaceted dance. Her psyche range woozily as the aggravation neglected to die down, yet the tip of the craftsman's pen just forged ahead, twisting from the rear of her neck to the throat, where she felt with alarming changelessness the image of the Pleasure Mansion being marked into her, letter by letter.

This was suppose to be rape , he wanted her to feel so much pain not this pleasure that was driving him crazy, he look at her beautiful face, her eyes was close to show she was really in the mood. A sudden wave of pleasure hit mightily at her, this time, more powerful than she thought . Her body stiffened, her breath quivered and her heart gave a mighty leap as the climax shot at her. She twirled and grasped the sheets beside her " Grayson!" She cried out weakly, shaking violently with pleasure. When it finally came to an end, she laid back breathing heavily. "No wonder people engage in the act " she thought ,with much pleasure which drive her crazy and make her. Crave more of him

Pain shot through my body like a knife being plunged into my body. I tried to pull my body upwards to the edge of the bed, but that action only rewarded me being yanked towards professor Stuart. "Pain..," he huffed, "is similar to pleasure. If you just embrace it, you'll feel it coiling inside of you." And without much of an ado, he continued to slam into me while I let out soft cries. "It hurts," I winced, edging upwards to stray from him. But that only ignited his urgent to yank me towards him.

“I ruined everything, and the shame of it is eating me up.” My chest tightened. “Darling, look at me.” I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my eyes. “You didn’t ruin anything. You were just human.” She took a deep breath, and I continued: “This… what we experienced… isn’t meant to hurt you. It’s about pleasure, trust, safety. If something brought you fear, we stop. That’s how it works. And that’s how it will always be with me.” The tub was full, and I helped her in. Then I stripped off my pants, sat behind her, and pulled her against me, her body fitting perfectly between my legs.

Pleasure is a strange, holy thing. It begins where reason ends—in the quiet space between a heartbeat and a breath, where thought dissolves and instinct takes control. Humans call it many names: desire, lust, hunger, need. But stripped bare, it’s nothing more than the body remembering it was made to feel. And now, welcome to TOUCH ME TENDER, BREAK ME WILD!!!! DROP YOUR HOME TRAINING IN A TRASH CAN AND EXPERIENCE THIS PLEASURE, LOVES!!

he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. I ignored the offer. Instead, I walked around the side of his desk and perched on the edge of it, right next to his scattered papers. My skirt hiked higher, exposing more of my smooth thighs. I crossed my legs slowly, deliberately, letting the movement tease him with the possibility of seeing what was — or wasn’t — underneath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about your lecture yesterday,” I continued, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “About how the most intense pleasure often comes from what we’re told we can’t have. The forbidden. The risky. The wrong.”

I tried to let go of Nick or close my legs, but to no avail, I just kept shaking my head from side to side, arching my back tightly, pulling at the sheet with my fingertips. At the same time, I felt something warm invading me and spreading inside, something completely different, but good, very good, and it prolonged those waves of pleasure that were following me even more, and I didn't think it was going to stop any time soon. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

the prince teased. He was right about that. I truly felt like I was about to climax from my own fingers. It was unbelievable how pleasurable it was to touch myself; however, I felt like a large part of my pleasure came from the prince’s encouragement and how much he seemed to be enjoying my lewd reactions as I pleasured myself. --To be continued…

Although he had fucked her before and it was the best sex he had ever had in his entire life, even to the fact that he still feels it till today. But today's own? It was totally out of this world. It was something that he never thought existed. A pleasure that should never have existed. It was more addictive than any drug at all. He felt like they were being controlled by the pleasure. Every hit, every collision, making them drown more and more...