The Pleasure Principle Book Novels & Stories

They why all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting? When he’s completely inside me, he stopped moving and started kissing my lips hungrily like the thread of his patience is just a millimeter at most. I could feel him inside me, truly feel him. This is so new, the feeling, the way this affects me, the way I’m liking having sex with a man not my husband, this is pure pleasure. A Sinful Pleasure. He started pulling out slowly and I cried as I felt my flesh followed the rhythm of his move.

As she was only wearing lingerie, Julianne instinctively pressed herself closer to the shelf. I tried to suppress the surge of desire rising inside me, yet my hand moved almost on its own as I unclasped her bra. "Ah!" She let out a soft cry and looked at me nervously as she whispered, "Don't… I'm scared." I leaned closer. "Did that feel good? Be honest." She stayed silent for a long moment before finally answering in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "It did." She shut her eyes as she said it, and tears slid down her cheeks. "It did feel good. Are you happy now? I'm a slut. You played me like a fiddle, and I actually liked it…"

My buddy between my thighs is slowly getting bigger and my pants is getting tigthen. I went to the bathroom, I quickly pulled my weapon out of my pants before I played with myself. Good thing, I controlled myself if not it will be a live fucking p-rn*graphy in front of my friends. I was just imagining Dhaxzy doing those lustful thoughts that I have already thought earlier while he was giving me a best short lap dance. I finished my thing and washed my hands. It was so sticky, I sighed. I was panting, my strength vanished, I find some support on the wall. I shook my head when I felt my self slowly getting the energy that I needed.

Every inch buried deep within me, his hips flush against my own. I cried out in pleasure as his hard thrusts worked away from the burning need inside me and his grip on my hips tightened into a sweet pain. Our moans filled the room, as we moved together picking up the pace, climbing towards our release, crashing over the edge and spiralling back down together. Breathless and exhausted we collapsed in a heap on the bed. The storm still raging outside, and within moments we were asleep. *****

As he spoke, he kept on plunging his hand as deep as he can, while I moaned at his ministration. The pain, I endured earlier, has dulled. What I feel now is a pleasure, unlike the one I gave to myself. It was more than anything I've ever felt. And I wanted more. “Please, master.” I pleaded as he continued to lazily stroke me. “What a naughty human.” Unexpectedly, he slapped my Pleasure territory. “Master!” I cried out, not from pain, but from the pleasure that racked through me at the slap. I felt myself getting wetter as he slapped me.

Then he started to move. Again every thought fled from my mind. The sensation of Jack's cock slamming into my pussy over and over again was all that my consciousness could process. He was so big it should have hurt, even though my body would have quickly regenerated any damage. But it didn't hurt. It felt like everything I'd ever imagined when I was reading one of my favorite books. For the first time I understood the fascination that some women have with sex. This wasn't just a physiological release. This was bone-deep pleasure, deeper and stronger than anything I'd ever known.

And god, he was good at it. His tongue circled the head, slow and deliberate, like he knew exactly how to unravel me. His fingers curled around my base, stroking in rhythm with his mouth, adding pressure, control—ownership. I clenched the sheets beside me, heart thudding as the pleasure spiked, sharp and hot. My hips bucked before I could stop them. I should have pushed him off. I should have been furious. But instead, I was watching him—this forbidden, maddening boy—take me deeper, like he was starving for it. Like he wanted me to lose control.

Oh fuck, I was drowning in pleasure and ecstasy; I couldn't wait to feel their cocks thrusting into my slippery slit. I was in a pleasure-induced coma; my body was shivering and quivering from desire and passion, and my eyes could barely focus. Through my blurry vision, I catch a glimpse of the men's shadows crowding my body. They shot lustful and blissful smirks at me as they fucked, sucked and thrust into my pleasure holes. I can't tell for whom my cries of pleasure are meant, all I know is that it was blissful. Justin withdrew his fingers and mouth from inside me and stepped away, and then Matthew took his place and rammed his cock into my wet pussy, deep and hard.

And right now, she feels the raw paradise of pain and pleasure tangled in one. He flicks her nipple harshly as he smiles. “You like that don't you?” “Yes..yes Zaddy. I love it.” She admits shamelessly “You want more?”He tugs her nipple. “Yes…yes please Zaddy.” She pleaded her voice thick and hungry with need. “Ask me nicely, my doll. Do it” “Please hit me Zaddy.. I want more.” her breath hitched desperately.

Nicholas explained patiently, "This is a normal procedure. It's to prevent you from feeling nervous when you see the tool." I only felt myself being completely exposed to the air. I couldn't help trembling, but there was nothing I could do. Nicholas ruthlessly slipped off my underwear so that they hung around my ankles. He used the machine to lift me higher and began slowly using his tool. I could no longer endure it, and I began begging tearfully for mercy. "It hurts so much. Please stop. I don't want to be examined anymore." "Just hold on for a little while more. You're almost done."