Booktok Nsfw Novels & Stories

"No touching yourself. That'll be an important rule if you become my official sub and I'm hoping you'll start that rule now." No touching myself! How will I mange that? "What if I'm really horny?" I whine and wiggle my ass on Nathan's crotch. "Then I'll help you with it." His hand replaces mine and starts rubbing me slowly. I groan lowly and thrust my hips into his hand. "You need to do more research so this," he pats my bulge making me jump, "can wait." "Fine," I huff and Nathan types in a new website. This one is on online shop. A kinky online shop.

Warm palms, his thumb moving slightly, and I couldn't convince myself it was the champagne or the chandelier light or the weight of everyone watching us. BookTok has done irreversible damage to my brain. All it takes is one dangerous man, a hand at my waist and a low voice telling me to ‘follow his lead’ for my common sense to pack a suitcase and leave without saying goodbye. I pull the sheet over my head, giving myself exactly three seconds of mortified delight, then drag it back off and stare at the water stain on the ceiling. It looks vaguely like Ohio. My apartment feels smaller than it did yesterday morning. Reality presses down with the weight of poor construction and decades-old pipes

Trigger Warnings: Explicit content, grief, emotional vulnerability, past stalking, dominant/submissive dynamics . . . The rain had stopped, but the air inside the house was thick. Heavy with what had happened between them, and what hadn’t yet been said. Vesper lay on her side, the leather couch sticking to her skin in places. Her thighs ached. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her neck marked by his mouth. Her body buzzed with the memory of him inside her—his cock, his voice, the brutal, raw way he’d taken her.

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.

Yes, I told myself that to help myself feel good and not to feel guilty. ‎ ‎One thing is for sure. I'm going to keep fucking Sophie. ‎ ‎"Arghh Sophie..." I groaned loudly as I cummed hard inside her pussy. ‎ ** Author's Note ** Thanks for reading and your support. Please drop your honest review and comment on this book. Please 🙏 Support this book, it means a lot to me. Thank you 💯

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug. Kenji picks up a book and passes it over to Levi to place beside his book on the other table. Levi looks down at it and grimaces before setting it next to the ghost book. My brows rise in curiosity as I walk over to see the book. Forbidden Sex Magic stares back at me in bright red letter, the picture of a naked woman being rammed into by a centaur graces the cover. “Well that is disturbing.” I tell them, placing the book back down and putting the ghost book on top of it to hide the cover. Levi and Kenji let out loud spurts of laughter behind me as they watch my discomfort over the book.

Demon sex. Whoa. Great Aunt Rose was even more unhinged than I thought. I didn't know if she actually used the book, but she must have, right? I mean, it was a sex spellbook, for God's sake! Who wouldn't use it? In fact, I was already thinking of a few things... No! I said to myself firmly. Snap out of it! But... Fuck, my nipples were tingling, and there was a familiar ache between my legs. I glanced at my drawer where my battery powered boyfriend lay. Did I really want to get out my vibrator now when I was supposed to be cleaning?

“My shirt is off. My tits are out now… they feel so heavy and sensitive. My nipples are so hard they hurt. I’m pinching them for you… ahhh… just like that.” A guttural groan tore from his throat. “Jesus Christ, baby. I can picture them perfectly, those gorgeous tits bouncing while you touch yourself. I’m stripping too. Pants are coming off… boxers down. My cock is standing straight up for you, thick and leaking. God, it’s so fucking heavy in my hand.”

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.