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I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 63: Heat at the Threshold “Hello, handsome,” she purrs, her voice a silky whisper that snakes through the air like smoke from a forbidden fire. The words roll off her tongue slow and smooth, soaked in a sultry undertone that fills the space between them.

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.

he looked around and laughed, “But enough of that, I want to hear about your writing. What are you working on at the moment?” I spluttered on the glass of water that I had just taken a drink from. Hmm, things always got awkward when I talked about my books. It was bad enough that I wrote about werewolves and vampires and stuff, but when I added in that the books were more than a little smutty, it would raise a few eyebrows. I certainly wasn’t sure that it was a good first impression that I wanted to give to someone who basically spent his days dealing with millions of pounds. “Oh, it’s a romance of sorts,” I said with a shrug and Dominic smiled.

Grace’s messages were odd… She nods. “Yes, I was on this site Mia recommended, it had all sorts of book recommendations, I checked the library, but it didn’t have the book. Mia showed me a website where I could buy the book and read on the tablet you got me.” she smiles widely. Then her face turns red. Is she blushing? “The book I was reading had a lot of those scenes. Mia told me they call those smut books. I didn’t understand a lot of the references. Like do you like it when a girl just thrusts her finger up your bum when you are getting a blowjob?” Grace asks. The woman by the next table head twists to us in horror. I look at my fiancée, I don’t know whether to scold her for saying that i

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’