Novel & Cerita The Pleasure Principle Book

’ There—that should make it plain to him that she was sticking firmly to business. "Because you don’t feel you have anything to learn from it?" Orla hit back, 'Books instructing women to disgrace themselves for a man’s pleasure will never be something I’d want to learn from,’ she said. The Kama Sutra contains no suggestion of debasement of anyone. Rather, it is about the honing of mutual pleasure, the giving and taking of that pleasure, and the sensual and sexual education of both males and females so that they can experience the greatest degree of mutual pleasure with and for one another. I am surprised that you did not know that.’

it's been boring, even the sex is depressing, nothing like I was looking for, he's been clear with me from the beginning of what he wanted but I'm not for a formal relationship with anyone, I prefer sex for pleasure and going about my life as I have been, with no one to tell me what to do. —Hey... have you thought about what I told you...? I get up from my place when I see that I'm getting late. —You know my answer, so there's nothing to talk about," I force a smile, "See you. Men promise you heaven and earth, they make you love them and after they have you in their hands, they trample on your feelings without mercy, they don't care about your feelings, they only think about themselves so I

He touched my leg and my eyes moved up to his, instantly. “You want him?” He asked me. “What do…. What do I do with him?” I asked him, practically stumbling over my words. He got on the bed, between my legs. He bit his bottom lip again, driving me crazy. “Suck him.” He said, leaning down. “Kiss him, lick him…..Ride him, cum on him.” His mouth was near my ear now and my breathing hitched. I was so nervous. “His job? He’s supposed to pleasure you and make feel nothing, but pleasure until your body covers him with that warm bodily fluid your body releases once it’s spot has been stabbed, repeatedly.”

It is my pleasure to be your endgame. ---------------------This is not the end for there will be book 2-------------------- Coming soon! My Pleasure, Sir book 2! Synopsis What does love mean? What does it takes to love? How do you prove your love? What can make love last? Love is magical. Love makes us complete. Love gives us happiness. Love makes us live. But love is also a battle. A battle you need to fight. A battle you need to win. But how will you succeed it? And when do you win?

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.

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. ---

The only thing that interests me is that you let me possess you. His confession is strange, even embarrassing to me, which is pathetic considering what I do. I can not say that I sell pleasure to live, no longer. Now it's just a way of being. It is my way of living. I like to please and feel that I have control over myself, over what I have, over the emotions and sensations of others. Even when I get paid for it, I do it knowing that many will not climax with just anyone. "Come on, we all have a price." I don't know which one is yours, but I assure you I can afford it.

More water had slop off when she squirmed. He wanted to taste the pink nugget very badly. He cupped her breast and tilted it upwards. His waiting mouth sucked fiercely. "Rye!" Her head dug into his shoulder when his teeth nipped at the pearl of desire. Her back arched. The air in her lungs came in short puffs. Her heavy-lidded eyes closed to savor the sensual moment. Her inquisitive hand found his shaft. Her nimble fingers traced the ridges. The small action was intense. It pushed his scorching tongue to lick at her nipple passionately.

I just lay there for a while when I felt bile starting to rise so I hurried to the bathroom and emptied my stomach. I didn’t let myself cry as there was no use to it, it didn’t reduce the pain. I knew that I should not have relaxed and enjoyed myself as this was always what happened when I let loose a little. I should have known that it was too good to be true. My parents would never let me have a day in peace.

And then he moved faster. The desk shook under us, papers fluttering to the floor, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was him. His hands, his body, the way he filled me completely. My nails raked down his back as I moaned, clinging to him. “Lila,” he groaned against my skin, his mouth biting and sucking my neck. “You feel like heaven.” My name sounded different from his lips, like something sacred and sinful all at once. And then, I started having these weird feelings. It seemed like pleasure was building faster. My body trembled and I started gasping harder and harder. And then I finally came. My body trembled and I was moaning his name over and over.