August 25, 2025 • 10 mins
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(00:02):
Pleasure lit stories Erotic journeys of a woman awakening to
pleasure. Sensual, kinky, tantric pleasure
short stories that inspire, empower and guide you to explore
your own erotic potential so youcan be and live pleasure lit.
(00:25):
Welcome to Pleasure Lit Stories.This series is an invitation
into a world where every story is a portal to deeper self
discovery, delicious erotic exploration and unapologetic
pleasure through the eyes of a woman daring to awaken her body
and pleasure being. Each chapter unveils a new
(00:48):
dimension of what it means to live and be the pleasure lit
way. Every erotic story is a journey
into possibility, a way to sparkyour imagination, ignite your
desire, and show you just how much your body and senses are
(01:09):
capable of. From the gentle carrots of skin
that blossoms into a skin gasm to the wild surrender of deeper,
primal desires, you will be guided into the infinite
spectrum of pleasure that awaitswhen you let yourself be fully
alive. The purpose of these stories?
(01:32):
To inspire you to explore pleasure in new and exciting
ways. To empower you to trust your
body and its natural wisdom. To remind you that your pleasure
is not only valid but vital. To embody and celebrate the
pleasure lit way. A path of confidence, deep self
(01:54):
love and unapologetic pleasure. This is more than fantasy.
It's an awakening, a mirror to what's possible when you say yes
to pleasure, yes to your body and yes to living.
Lit up from the inside out. So lean in, breathe deeply, and
(02:17):
let the first starry skin gasm take you into the soft, tingling
waves of pleasure that begin right where your skin meets your
soul. Hi, I'm pleasure lit Patricia,
your pleasure lit at Muse. Through the Pleasure Lit Way I
guide you to embody unapologeticconfidence, deep self love and
(02:40):
magnetic pleasure so you feel deliciously turned on to life,
yourself and every pleasure in between.
Having lived through DV, abuse, low self esteem and a
disconnected life, I transformedby exploring over 350 pleasure
towards countless somatic practices and over 20
(03:01):
certification study, creating the Pleasure LED Way, a path
that blends real life experiencewith multi award-winning
education. You will find the Pleasure Lit
Way within my best selling book,online programs, real life
pleasure experiences, Pleasure Lit insider, and more accessible
(03:23):
for anyone curious to explore the full depths of their full
pleasure potential. You were never meant to dim your
light. You're meant to be and live
pleasure lit unapologetically. You can access all of that at
pleasurelit.com. Skin Gasm.
(03:46):
The first time I truly understood the power of my own
touch was on a rainy afternoon, the kind where the world outside
feels muffled and the air insideis heavy with possibility.
I had just finished a session oftantric meditation, my body
still humming with energy, everynerve ending alive and tingling.
(04:10):
The rain tapped softly against the window, creating a rhythm
that seemed to sink with my heartbeat.
I was naked, my skin still warm from the heat burning inside me.
It was just me, my body, and therain.
I stood by the open window, letting the cool, damp breeze
(04:31):
kiss my skin. The sensation was electric.
Everywhere the air touched felt like a whisper of pleasure.
My nipple hardens almost instantly and a shiver ran down
my spine. I closed my eyes and let myself
feel the way the wind carries myarms, my stomach, my thighs.
(04:54):
It was as if the air itself was a lover, its touch light and
teasing, yet so intense. My breath hitched as I felt
goosebumps rise on my skin, a wave of pleasure spreading
through me like a liquid fire. I stepped closer to the window,
(05:15):
letting the rain scented air envelope me completely.
My hands instinctly moved to my breasts, my fingers gazed over
my nipples. Oh my, yes.
The combination of the wind and my touch sent a yolt of pleasure
straight to my core. I could feel myself growing
(05:38):
wetter by the second, my desire building with every breath.
I pressed my palms against my chest, feeling the rise and fall
of my breath, the rapid thought of my heart.
The warmth in my chest expanded,radiating outward until it felt
like my entire body was glowing.I moved one hand down, letting
(06:02):
it trail over my stomach, my fingertips brushing lightly over
my skin. The sensation was intoxicating.
Every touch felt amplified, every nerve ending on fire.
When my fingers finally reached my core, my gaps, I was so wet.
(06:24):
I was so ready. I circled my clit slowly,
savoring the way it's rocked under my touch.
The wind continued to dance overmy skin and I couldn't tell
where the physical sensation ended and the imagined 1 began.
It didn't matter. All that mattered was a
pleasure. The way he consumed me, overtook
(06:47):
me, made me feel more alive thanI ever had before.
I slid 2 fingers inside myself and Oh my, the sensation was
overwhelming. I could feel every rich, every
pulse of my body as I moved inside me.
I was so wet, so hot. I began to circle my fingers in
(07:11):
a slow, deliberate motion. The kind of touch that wasn't
about the quick release, but about feeling everything,
especially through my fingers. I could feel so much more.
I call it finger worship, and inthat moment it felt like a
sacred act. I could feel the tension
(07:32):
building deep inside me, pressure that threatened to
burst. My other hand moved back to my
nipple, pinching and rolling it between my fingers as I
continued to circle inside myself.
The pleasure was building, tightening in my chest, calling
in my stomach. I could feel it everywhere, in
(07:54):
the tips of my fingers, in the soles of my feet, in the very
core of my being. And then it happened.
The orgasm washed over me in waves, starting deep inside and
radiating outward until every inch of my body was trembling
with ecstasy. My knees buckled and I had to
grab the windowsill for support as I came, intense and long and
(08:20):
my body convulsing with pleasure.
When it finally slowed down, I was left breathless, my body
still tingling with half the waves.
I opened my eyes and looked out at the rain soaked world
outside. For the first time in a long
time, I felt whole, alive. Pleasure lit, and I knew this
(08:43):
was just the beginning. I stepped away from the window,
my body still humming with energy.
I could still feel the ghost of the wind on my skin, the echo of
pleasure thrumming through me. I grabbed my journal from the
bedside table and began to write, capturing every detail,
every sensation. This was a moment I never wanted
(09:04):
to forget. As I wrote, I realized something
else. This wasn't just about physical
pleasure. It was about self love, about
discovering new ways to connect with my body, to honor it, to
worship it. And as I rolled, A smiled spread
across my face. I couldn't wait to see what else
(09:25):
I could discover. I set my journal down and walked
over to the mirror, standing in front of it, completely naked.
My skin was still flushed, my eyes bright.
With newfound confidence, I traced my fingers over my body,
marvelling at the way it responded to my touch.
This is mine, I thought, and it's beautiful.
(09:46):
I raged for a bottle of scented oil and poured it a little into
my palm, warming it between my hands before smoothing it all
over my skin. The sand filled the air, sitress
free and fresh, and I closed my eyes as I massaged it into my
shoulders, to my arms, to my hips.
I'm falling in love with myself,I realized, and it feels
(10:08):
incredible. To be continued.
Pleasure lit stories Erotic journeys of a woman awakening to
pleasure. Sensual, kinky, tantric pleasure
short stories that inspire, empower and guide you to explore
your own erotic potential so youcan be and live pleasure lit.
(00:25):
Welcome to Pleasure Lit Stories.This series is an invitation
into a world where every story is a portal to deeper self
discovery, delicious erotic exploration and unapologetic
pleasure through the eyes of a woman daring to awaken her body
and pleasure being. Each chapter unveils a new
(00:48):
dimension of what it means to live and be the pleasure lit
way. Every erotic story is a journey
into possibility, a way to sparkyour imagination, ignite your
desire, and show you just how much your body and senses are
(01:09):
capable of. From the gentle carrots of skin
that blossoms into a skin gasm to the wild surrender of deeper,
primal desires, you will be guided into the infinite
spectrum of pleasure that awaitswhen you let yourself be fully
alive. The purpose of these stories?
(01:32):
To inspire you to explore pleasure in new and exciting
ways. To empower you to trust your
body and its natural wisdom. To remind you that your pleasure
is not only valid but vital. To embody and celebrate the
pleasure lit way. A path of confidence, deep self
(01:54):
love and unapologetic pleasure. This is more than fantasy.
It's an awakening, a mirror to what's possible when you say yes
to pleasure, yes to your body and yes to living.
Lit up from the inside out. So lean in, breathe deeply, and
(02:17):
let the first starry skin gasm take you into the soft, tingling
waves of pleasure that begin right where your skin meets your
soul. Hi, I'm pleasure lit Patricia,
your pleasure lit at Muse. Through the Pleasure Lit Way I
guide you to embody unapologeticconfidence, deep self love and
(02:40):
magnetic pleasure so you feel deliciously turned on to life,
yourself and every pleasure in between.
Having lived through DV, abuse, low self esteem and a
disconnected life, I transformedby exploring over 350 pleasure
towards countless somatic practices and over 20
(03:01):
certification study, creating the Pleasure LED Way, a path
that blends real life experiencewith multi award-winning
education. You will find the Pleasure Lit
Way within my best selling book,online programs, real life
pleasure experiences, Pleasure Lit insider, and more accessible
(03:23):
for anyone curious to explore the full depths of their full
pleasure potential. You were never meant to dim your
light. You're meant to be and live
pleasure lit unapologetically. You can access all of that at
pleasurelit.com. Skin Gasm.
(03:46):
The first time I truly understood the power of my own
touch was on a rainy afternoon, the kind where the world outside
feels muffled and the air insideis heavy with possibility.
I had just finished a session oftantric meditation, my body
still humming with energy, everynerve ending alive and tingling.
(04:10):
The rain tapped softly against the window, creating a rhythm
that seemed to sink with my heartbeat.
I was naked, my skin still warm from the heat burning inside me.
It was just me, my body, and therain.
I stood by the open window, letting the cool, damp breeze
(04:31):
kiss my skin. The sensation was electric.
Everywhere the air touched felt like a whisper of pleasure.
My nipple hardens almost instantly and a shiver ran down
my spine. I closed my eyes and let myself
feel the way the wind carries myarms, my stomach, my thighs.
(04:54):
It was as if the air itself was a lover, its touch light and
teasing, yet so intense. My breath hitched as I felt
goosebumps rise on my skin, a wave of pleasure spreading
through me like a liquid fire. I stepped closer to the window,
(05:15):
letting the rain scented air envelope me completely.
My hands instinctly moved to my breasts, my fingers gazed over
my nipples. Oh my, yes.
The combination of the wind and my touch sent a yolt of pleasure
straight to my core. I could feel myself growing
(05:38):
wetter by the second, my desire building with every breath.
I pressed my palms against my chest, feeling the rise and fall
of my breath, the rapid thought of my heart.
The warmth in my chest expanded,radiating outward until it felt
like my entire body was glowing.I moved one hand down, letting
(06:02):
it trail over my stomach, my fingertips brushing lightly over
my skin. The sensation was intoxicating.
Every touch felt amplified, every nerve ending on fire.
When my fingers finally reached my core, my gaps, I was so wet.
(06:24):
I was so ready. I circled my clit slowly,
savoring the way it's rocked under my touch.
The wind continued to dance overmy skin and I couldn't tell
where the physical sensation ended and the imagined 1 began.
It didn't matter. All that mattered was a
pleasure. The way he consumed me, overtook
(06:47):
me, made me feel more alive thanI ever had before.
I slid 2 fingers inside myself and Oh my, the sensation was
overwhelming. I could feel every rich, every
pulse of my body as I moved inside me.
I was so wet, so hot. I began to circle my fingers in
(07:11):
a slow, deliberate motion. The kind of touch that wasn't
about the quick release, but about feeling everything,
especially through my fingers. I could feel so much more.
I call it finger worship, and inthat moment it felt like a
sacred act. I could feel the tension
(07:32):
building deep inside me, pressure that threatened to
burst. My other hand moved back to my
nipple, pinching and rolling it between my fingers as I
continued to circle inside myself.
The pleasure was building, tightening in my chest, calling
in my stomach. I could feel it everywhere, in
(07:54):
the tips of my fingers, in the soles of my feet, in the very
core of my being. And then it happened.
The orgasm washed over me in waves, starting deep inside and
radiating outward until every inch of my body was trembling
with ecstasy. My knees buckled and I had to
grab the windowsill for support as I came, intense and long and
(08:20):
my body convulsing with pleasure.
When it finally slowed down, I was left breathless, my body
still tingling with half the waves.
I opened my eyes and looked out at the rain soaked world
outside. For the first time in a long
time, I felt whole, alive. Pleasure lit, and I knew this
(08:43):
was just the beginning. I stepped away from the window,
my body still humming with energy.
I could still feel the ghost of the wind on my skin, the echo of
pleasure thrumming through me. I grabbed my journal from the
bedside table and began to write, capturing every detail,
every sensation. This was a moment I never wanted
(09:04):
to forget. As I wrote, I realized something
else. This wasn't just about physical
pleasure. It was about self love, about
discovering new ways to connect with my body, to honor it, to
worship it. And as I rolled, A smiled spread
across my face. I couldn't wait to see what else
(09:25):
I could discover. I set my journal down and walked
over to the mirror, standing in front of it, completely naked.
My skin was still flushed, my eyes bright.
With newfound confidence, I traced my fingers over my body,
marvelling at the way it responded to my touch.
This is mine, I thought, and it's beautiful.
(09:46):
I raged for a bottle of scented oil and poured it a little into
my palm, warming it between my hands before smoothing it all
over my skin. The sand filled the air, sitress
free and fresh, and I closed my eyes as I massaged it into my
shoulders, to my arms, to my hips.
I'm falling in love with myself,I realized, and it feels
(10:08):
incredible. To be continued.
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