Booktok Sensations Novels & Stories

If this torturous process doesn’t send me straight to heaven, then nothing in life ever will. She bent down to my cock, swayed her beautiful golden hair aside and began work. Jesus flipping Christ! Different shades of sensations broke out in my head, my eyes rolled back in there sockets as Sara worked her wet lips and mouth over my rigid cock. She worked like a vacuum cleaner. The pressure I felt being sucked was next to none. The euphoric sensation was unreal. Imagine having dipping you toes in warm water and going, “ahh”

She was overwhelmed with thousands of sensations he had unleashed inside her. "“You like it when my cock grinds right here, don’t you?" he asked, teasing the spot that sent her breathing shattered. She bit down on her lip to fight back a moan. Sean inhaled a deep breath. His beast happy to smell her arousal. “You’re so wet… wet for my cock,” he murmured, voice low and starving. Shame flooded her, raw and overwhelming. He pressed his mouth to her bare neck, releasing a guttural, animalistic growl that vibrated through her, shaking her from the inside out, settling deep within her core. Their breaths matched the rhythm of their slow, grinding movements.

I gasped, struggling to find my voice amidst the overwhelming sensations. My mind was screaming that this was wrong, that it shouldn’t feel this way, but my body was singing a completely different tune. My toes curled involuntarily as his tongue found a specific sensitive spot and flicked it and I let out a soft whine of surprise. The sensation was electric, a shock that sent waves of pleasure radiating through me. What was it? My skin burned where he touched me, a heat that spread like wildfire, but my mind recoiled from it.

Heat surged through me, blooming in my chest and creeping slowly into my cheeks as I shifted in my seat, subtly clenching my thighs together. A low buzz vibrated through my body, ignited by the words in the book I held. The tension in my limbs made it nearly impossible to sit still. Every page felt like fire, and I devoured the words faster than I ever had before. It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent.

“When you read the book, you feel horny because of the content in the book. When you feel that way… “ Axel paused and took a step closer to her and she moved back a little. He stared into her eyes and as usual, she held his gaze. She is naive but she isn't intimidated by his gaze, he really doesn't get her. She seems simple to understand because she behaves like a child but at the same time, she is complicated. “When you feel that way again, I want you to touch yourself.” Axel muttered and she raised her brows. “Touch myself? How?” She asked curiously. “Just move your hand down on yourself, the rest will come naturally.” He replied and she nodded. “Oh, I get it. Like in the book when… “

"I work eighty hours a week because I refuse to ever let anyone hand me a box and tell me to clear my desk. Now, are you going to stand there analyzing my family trauma, or are we going back to the office to rewrite your suicide mission of a pitch deck?" Dimas tightened his grip on the plastic bag containing his new, second-hand suit, feeling the weight of the fabric shift against his hand. The ledger of his life was still deep in the red, his enemies were actively plotting his downfall, and the most dangerous woman in South Jakarta was staring at him with an expectant glare. "Lead the way," Dimas said, a faint, resolute smirk touching his lips. "Let's go rewrite some rules."

My legs parted wider, an unspoken invitation. Her mouth found my pussy, her tongue, warm and wet, tracing the outer folds, teasing the sensitive skin. "Ahhhh, please!" A gasp tore from my throat, my body arching off the bed. The sensation was overwhelming, electrifying. Her tongue was soft, yet insistent, exploring every curve, every crevice. She licked slowly, deliberately, savoring the taste of my arousal, her lips suckling at my inner labia, drawing out a low moan from deep within me.

"Get ready, baby." He held my bud between his thumb and forefinger again, then squeezed. And I cried out. Oh shit, the sensation. It’s...heaven. He squeezed again and I stiffened with raw pleasure. I was swept up in a dark whirlwind. It's like he was…hypnotizing me. Josh rubbed his fingers together, my bud trapped in the middle, and I couldn't take it anymore. My whole body tensed, and then vibrated. My eyes screwed shut as I screamed so loud I could hear my voice echoing throughout the penthouse. I imploded, coming hard and long just like he said. It's like I'd never had an orgasm before. On and on it went, rippling.

And as I focused my thoughts and channeled that magic, I could feel the space on the shelf shifting and changing, revealing a hidden book that had been concealed there all along. The excitement and anticipation within me grew as I reached out and took hold of the book, feeling its cool leather binding in my hands. I knew that this was no ordinary book, but a powerful tool I could feel from its familiar aura. The book felt like something I had been in contact with before.

Grandpa can't bare any stimulation. Sure enough, Mr. John's breathing had become rapid. He had no expectations of seeing such infuriating calligraphy; those twisted and fierce lines made his heart beat faster and his breathing became irregular. These characters had a kind of terrifying attraction, firmly catching Mr. John's attention, making him unable to look away. The strong discomfort made his blood pressure soar, and he felt dizzy.