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”But, don't you think you just ruined a nice romantice scene? ”Huh?". “You know, after asking what you were writing, then I try to take the book from you, and you try to keep me away.." he pulled her by the arms,her upper body pressing against his.. “Then,you fall on me like this". He whispered. ”But you tucked the book away". He tsked as he slowly let go. “I.. I don't think there is only one romance scene in a book". She replied,somewhat unsteadily. Her heart was thumping wildly, she felt he could hear them..

Audience: *cheers* Naomi: Any more questions? Audience (6): Will there be sex scenes in this book? Naomi: Hmmm. There would be, but it will be a mild thing. As my book is rated for sixteen upwards, I'll have to use average sexual content, and not hardcore sexual content. Also, some of my readers might not be particular in reading sexual content too. I don't want to spoil their reading experience for them. So what I plan to do, is to write the Chapter in such a way, that it would be okay for those who love reading sex scenes and those who do not. Something like a balance that would leave them contented. But then, that scene is still far away even though I have plotted it already. *Smiles devi

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

Alright, I can relate to this freaking corny book. I drank water while still reading and I choked after realizing what happened to the couple in the story after their argument. Cursing in my head, I continued coughing as I felt my neck getting hot because of some sensual images flashing in my mind. I remember Solana's body against mine after she jumped to me naked when she saw a cockroach. I remember the time we made out in our living area. I remember the taste of her lips and her lovely smell. My breathing hitched as I continued reading. The characters are now making love passionately.

God. I opened my thighs, hopefully unnoticed behind the seatback in front of me. Turned on by these two lustbirds, I pressed my book between my legs to feel it digging in. The look on my face must have given me away as her smile grew wider. She craned her neck as if to wonder what I was up to back there. I didn't care if she knew. She had his cock out, and his fingers were peeling her underwear down to reveal the cutest little naked butt I had ever seen. They kissed hard again and raised the temperature a couple more degrees.

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.

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.

Rosie There's only one word I can use to describe this: torture. Maybe even soft p**n. Every scene playing out in front of me feels like it's been ripped from one of my dark romance books-the same ones I stash deep in my closet and read under the covers with trembling fingers. But never, not in a million fantasies, did I ever imagine I'd actually watch one play out live. I've spent countless cold nights curled beneath my sheets, fingers moving slowly over my slick folds, imagining some fictional alpha male whispering filth in my ear. But this... this is different.

He had prepared the book already, it was an erotic one with just the right things he wanted to hear her read. He dropped the book onto the bed, grabbed Ethel and dropped her into the bed in a way that she laid with her ass to the ceiling and her boobs pressed into the bed. Alpha Carl got on top of her and pressed his hard dick in between her ass cheeks. "Start reading, Angel" he kissed on her neck lingeringly just as he slid his dick to her wet pussy. "Oh my" her voice trembled as she opened the book with shaky hands "You are not reading yet, Angel. Page 3, start from page 3"

Once in the room, I lie down in bed on my stomach and spread the book open. Time to get lost in the world of romance. You know, the thing that's missing in my life because I am currently trapped with Satan's spawn. I have no idea how long I've been engulfed in this book. Time seems to slip away when I'm lost in its pages so much so that I don't hear Vincent coming in. "Jeez, Lucian, just give Eloise the 'D' already!" I blurt out without thinking as I read a particularly steamy scene.