The Pleasure Principle Book Novels & Stories

“So fucking perfect. Leaking milk all over us while your pussy makes those sloppy sounds for me.” I cried out loudly, my body arching up to meet his thrusts. The wet, rhythmic squelching of my pussy filled the living room as he drove into me over and over. His cock stretched me perfectly, hitting deep with every stroke. He fondled my breasts relentlessly, sometimes pressing them together, sometimes tugging on the nipples to make milk spray across my chest. The pleasure was overwhelming, building higher and higher with each powerful thrust.

My fingers found their way to my cunt, rubbing the entrance and slapping it while my moans filled the room. The first digit dunked in and my back arched. It was nothing compared to his cock, but it still brought me pleasure and his expression shifted from amused to aroused in no time. Then the first bill landed. I was confused at first as the one hundred dollar bill landed right on my nipple. Then another one joined and I understood what was happening. He continued spraying bills of money onto my body, making lewd and humiliating comments that only made my cunt drip even more. "Yeah, finger that dirty little cunt for me."

I thought that was the end of it. I felt something hot spurt deep inside me. Like a bag of boiling water had burst. Then another slimy, steaming rope. My pussy clamped down. My legs kicked out. My toes curled and my fingers tightened. My back arched, eyes rolling into my head. Mouth open, tongue rolled out. Remember when I talked about being plugged into the wall? This was like getting hooked up to a nuclear power plant. Every nerve and neuron fired. Every cell in my body screamed. The pleasure of it gripped me and there was nothing I could but shout.

I have become consumed by my consumption of Orenda. Bringing her body to pleasure has turned into an obsession that continues to rob me of my faculties. No longer am I satisfied to see her vulnerable, sleeping form writhe in ecstasy as her mind fills with dreams of me, now I crave to see the pleasure in her eyes. I sought her out like a shark seeks out chum in the water. I let her touch me and her touch became my undoing. The exquisite burn of her skin cast a blinding, primal haze over my mind and in that moment, it was no longer just her pleasure I craved but my own. I hungered to feel my pleasure through her, but I was not prepared for it.

I looked forward to have sex in this world. Women's pleasure is like a point system. Simply put, there is a point every one pierce, I accumulate more and more points for each pierce. If the points goes to a certain extent, she will climax, and if it goes further, that woman will go mad. The hard part is it is necessary to devise a stimulus. For the time being, let's target the place where Cecil can feel the most pleasure all at once. "Try to endure the feeling, Cecil" "Y-yes, I wil try"

"They've even got some of Freud's philosophies. Here- listen." Grabbing the pot off of the stove, I turned around to face Nancy and started pouring the pasta I had made into each of the bowls as she started to read. "Freud's take on the psychosexual stage-puberty, is based on the sexual cravings that are awakened and are aimed towards partners of the opposite sex, with genitals as the primary source of pleasure. Those who completed the earlier stages successfully become well-adjusted, caring and secure individuals." She recited word for word, looking up at me.

What were the odds? I was a magnet for drama; however, I had to admit I created half of it. Seeing him again reminded me of this fact, and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I hoped he had forgotten about that day. I knew I wanted to, except for the part where I was fucking him on that very desk at the front of the classroom where he now stood. In his well-tailored gray suit. Christian Grey, if you nasty. The thought of sex was taking over my brain, and it didn't help that it was today's lesson either. Malinowski noted that although the capacity for sexual pleasure may be constitutional, human sexual behavior "is rather a sociological and cultural force than a mere bodily relation o

Maybe not enormity if you look at it from a more rational point of view but I wasn’t supposed to allow pleasure to control me, to make me a weakness. I’ve seen what pleasure and desires could do, I’ve seen it wreak havoc, I’ve seen it destroy and fester, I’ve seen it bring everything down. I’ve sworn to myself that I’d never be controlled by pleasure, sworn to myself that I’d always be immune to the dictates of sexual wants and needs, that’s why I have a harem full of whores whose only existence was to get me off. I didn’t get involved in sexual activities to get pleasured, I do them to get off and just to satisfy my primitive and natural urges.

The Club had used the chaos to pull me back in. Now I was being sent to their most exclusive and feared facility: The Pleasure Prison, a private island resort disguised as a high-security rehabilitation center for the ultra-wealthy. In reality, it was a luxurious prison where the Club’s most valuable toys were kept, trained, and broken under the guise of “therapy.” Two guards in black uniforms met me on the tarmac. They didn’t speak as they removed my coat, leaving me completely naked except for the collar. The cool island breeze brushed against my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly.

My knees buckled as unbridled pleasure invaded me, launching me into abysmal passion. His fingers were merciless as they swam inside my wet pussy and his thumb continued torturing my clitoris. It felt as if I might die from pleasure when his mouth closed over one of my breasts, kissing, licking and sucking. I could feel heat building up in my nipples and they soon felt as if they were on fire, just like every other part of my body.