Carnal Knowledge Book Novels & Stories

He smirked, going through the book. "Please stop opening the pages" I begged him, unable to handle the embarrassment. "You shouldn't be ashamed of your desires Lila, if you want something including my dick in your pussy or titties, anywhere.. just ask me and I'm going to make that happen" I can't handle this conversation and him looking at a sex book in front of me, I reached for the book and flung it away from his hands. He took his sharp gaze to me and I gulped nothing down my throat. I think I might be in trouble again.

The library echoed with wet sounds and my muffled cries. Cum for me, vessel. Give me everything. I exploded. My whole body shook in the invisible bonds. Squirt sprayed from my stuffed cunt while my ass and throat clenched. The orgasm rolled on and on, feeding the book until it glowed bright gold. When it finally lowered me to the floor, I felt the merge complete. I was still Elara, but I was also the book. Its knowledge, its hunger, its power lived inside me now. I could feel every past reader’s lust like echoes in my blood.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

"Well, am not, but I am mad with the adult that gave you the book. Tell me, did an adult give this to you? I need to know the adult that did this." "I stole it." "You what?" "Am sorry. I know I shouldn't be reading that." "Why do you think you shouldn't be reading it?" "You know, the pictures of naked men and women joined but sitting up, their legs splayed like two crabs, their hands holding on to each other's shoulders. Or looking at a woman on top of a man, stretched along his length, their bodies clasped together over their heads." "I can see that the image is still clear in your head. You wanted to read it to see couples having sex, am I right?"

As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous. "This is forbidden knowledge," Lila whispered, her eyes wide with awe. "It's been hidden away for a reason." Kai nodded, his gaze fixed on the pages. "But we need to understand it if we're going to defeat the destroyers. We can't let this knowledge fall into the wrong hands." As they pored over the book, they began to decipher its secrets. The text spoke of an ancient ritual that could amplify the power of the supreme god, but at a great cost. It warned of the dangers of tampering with such power and the consequences that could follow.

“Now tell me what I want to hear. I know I will be the first man to enter here” His free hand moved down slowly and deliberately over her stomach, under the hem of the oversized shirt. His fingers trailed fire along her bare skin. He slid to her upper inner thigh, warm palm spreading her legs just a little. Then one finger tapped her center unapologetically… right over her panties, on her most sensitive spot. Joan almost jumped off the bed. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth. Her hips lifted involuntarily. If not for his body caging her, his chest pressing her down, or even his hand holding her wrists, she might have bucked completely off the bed.

Liz was biting her lip in an endearing way and I allowed myself to fantasise that things were different and I could do everything I wanted to her straight away. “Are you telling me I should have come here in search of a cookery book?” Was she really that naïve? I suspected she was. “Not exactly,” I told her. “How familiar are you with the works of the Marquis de Sade?” Her shocked gasp told me she at least knew her history. I selected a volume even more pertinent to our coming time together. “And this?” I showed her the cover, ramming home my intentions. She covered her mouth with her hand briefly before saying, “The Kama Sutra. Byron, I – I don’t understand.”

For now, I must continue feigning interest in the stories alone, all the while searching for the secrets between their lines. With my words that she seem to believe into, she pursed her lips but said nothing more as she scanned and stamped each book. One after another, I then took them carefully, savoring the feel of their worn leather covers and faded gold lettering. Stories held power, and these books contained knowledge that few remembered. Knowledge is power, as they say, and that's what I am aiming for — an upper hand through all these macabre shits.

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

* Delilah was panting now, fingers plunging deeper into her wet cunt, chasing the edge as the book exposed her completely. Every chapter peeled back another layer of her secret life. Affairs. Orgies. The raw, depraved nights she thought only she, Jax and Silver shared. Her squirting orgasms, the way her pussy fluttered when overstimulated, the raw smell of sex and sweat, the sounds of her screaming names as she came. She was staring at every explicit detail of her secret life, plastered and written in lush words in Emilia’s book that had gone round Paris. Her hand trembled as she turned another page.