Carnal Knowledge Book Novels & Stories

In the hush, I could hear my own breath hitch, the sound embarrassingly loud. I passed a tall lectern carved with strange runes. A book rested open upon it. Not an ordinary book. Its pages were thick, vellum-like, inked with illustrations of figures in postures I recognized too easily, though I had never admitted aloud. Desire dressed as scholarship. Discipline bound in margins. My fingers itched to touch, to turn the page, to devour the secrets hidden here. My curiosity was not innocent; it burned low in my stomach, shameful yet irresistible. Every book seemed to lean toward me, whispering promises, daring me to claim them.

All in all, I look pretty good. I open my bookcase and reach for one of the erotic novels I keep hidden there. Now is the perfect time to start reading. I jump on the bed, and stroll to the page I had stopped. A few pages in, and I am already feeling the heat. My face flushes as I squeeze my thighs together. The writer must have one wild imagination to come up with something like this. The writer is so dirty minded. This is porn. Book porn. Classy porn. Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door.

I found him in his study going through some documents on his table. His fingers thick and long where organizing the files and papers with utmost care. I did hope he had good touch when it came to rubbing and stroking pussy and making it wet. I strutted into the his study and leant over the large table in such a way my tits were so squeezed together they were falling out of my top for him again. I didn’t mind and I’m quite sure Henry enjoyed staring down the smooth young busty hollow between my breasts as it exposed out my low-cut top.

The deeper the forbidden lore, the harder the pleasure. The tentacles responded to her growing pleasure by becoming more creative. One thick appendage swelled inside her womb, pulsing and expanding like the fruit of knowledge. Another formed a ridged cock that fucked her ass while smaller tendrils vibrated against her g-spot from both sides. Delicate flowering suckers bloomed across her breasts, her throat, the insides of her thighs, drinking every drop of sweat and slick she offered. Rowan came endlessly. Her orgasms fed the library in waves. Every climax made new books bloom on the shelves. Golden light spread across the entire Athenaeum as the ancient collection claimed its eternal archiv

Xermia recognized the cover of the book and he whispered to Thomas and Sigrid. “Are you seeing what I am seeing?” “What is it?” “If I am not mistaken that is the Covenant book!” Thomas interrupted the man’s page flipping, “I know that book! Where did you get it?” “Oh this book, I got it from a far away place called shut up and mind your business!” The man’s arrogance was getting to Thomas, he was an insult away from a complete breakdown. “Oh here we go! Sorry to keep you waiting.” His index finger surfed across the page as he mumbled the words written. He looked up at the ceiling, repeatedly reciting the incarnation in order to cram it.

I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence. After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus. I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pages full of strange illustrations: skeletal figures half-transformed into wolves, notes on dual circulatory systems, and countless terms unfamiliar to me.

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

I had seen the females having morning sickness, cramps, and swelling, and in my case, it was entirely opposite. I was feeling sexually active like I was ovulating, releasing the heat once or twice the day. Height of absurdity! This was so embarrassing that I couldn’t share it with Moira and sought books on this topic. And all praise to my luck, the first book in the pregnancy section was about the famous Kama Sutra. Not a simple one, but ‘365 positions for 365 days of the year!’ Really? What kind of fucking joke was that? It was like giving tons of drugs to an addict! And that fucking addict left all her work and sat down to read that masterpiece, enjoying this free education.

Seraphina Vale (4) I thought I would be sated but that was a lie. The burning desire to be railed by Damian roared. My days blurred into a constant throb between my legs. My pussy was always slick and ready like he would show up anytime soon and plunge into my cunt. I rubbed myself at work. Slipped my fingers under my desk to circle my clit while remembering how he’d split me open but nothing compared to the real thing. His shy act only made it filthier.

He was truly exasperating me and causing a whirlwind of confusion in my heart and mind. What was I supposed to do with this book on how to masturbate? I wasn't sure if it was out of curiosity or if I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't affected by him. I cautiously opened the book. The illustrations depicted a man holding his genitals and a woman with her fingers covering her intimate area. It wasn't explicit or pornographic, per se, but rather educational, with black ink graphics. However, it evoked a different sensation within me—a warmth that intensified as I continued to observe the pages.