Best Sex In Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

she continued. John closed the bedroom door and she started to push me off, "I need a shower to wash the smell of sex out off me," she explained but I just flexed my cock inside her and the just started to pound insider her. "You are a bad boy," she said and pushed back at me in turn until I shot my load inside her causing her to scream loudly as she felt my sperm flood her insides.

For years, Cynthia Cohen would have said that a perfect evening was one spent reading a book on the couch in her living room, her long red hair twisted into a bun and secured with chopsticks, her feet toasty in fuzzy slippers and her curves disguised by baggy pyjamas. But then she had met Richard, and Richard had helped her to see that an even more perfect evening included being naked and sweaty, her hands bound. On her knees. Just the thought of their nights spent together in such a fashion made Cynthia’s throat tight and her chest hot, the aching space between her thighs clenching uncomfortably. As her lover, Richard had helped her to see herself as more than the quiet bookworm she had alw

As he kissed me one last time, a lingering, possessive press of the lips, I looked back toward the house. I knew Richard was likely still awake, perhaps watching from a window, or perhaps waiting for me to return. The thought didn't scare me; it thrilled me. I was the center of a storm of desire, a secret shared between men who should have been rivals but were instead competing to see who could ruin me the most. As I walked back toward the French doors, my legs shaking and my insides throbbing with the weight of two men's seed, I felt a sense of absolute power. I was the puppet master of my own degradation, and I was only just beginning to pull the strings.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

“You’re the first woman who understands my preferences. No, correction what I love.” “Their loss. I just read smut and searched the internet. You’ve like, a gray book boyfriend. Books often mention, ‘she guided him into her’. I think I did quite well, and you seemed to enjoy me dominating you.” “It was an interesting change. But it’s not becoming an everyday thing.” “You didn’t me holding off your orgasm until I was orgasming?” “Don’t get me wrong it was amazing. I don’t believe I can take that kind of thing too often. Oh god. Ana what’s that?”

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.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

He lifts me and carries me to the bed as he lays me down on it. “While sex just involves the body, the best sex involves the mind. That there, most of it was your mind, you were unable to hear, see or talk, which made your senses overloaded. I could have tied you there and just spoken to you and made you cum if I wanted to."

"Out of all, I would say that dog style is by far the best sex position since it allows deep penetration and of course, having sex with someone you love is the most important part of that, it's so passionate. You forget about the pain... and of course, sucking the dick is no different from saying you are really in love with the man. Nonetheless, since you are doing this with someone you'd probably don't have a feelings with, I also need to teach you some of the worst position sex in no particular order... take note, this is not only me who experienced this, but there were also some friends of mine who said the same exact thing!" "I'd like to volunteer myself, Katrina," said Moira. "First of