Carnal Knowledge Book Novels & Stories

Odette’s eyes get even wider. When she opened the book, she could see the vulgar sketches of a man and a woman indulge in carnal desire. That almost made her heart stop. She didn’t know whether to praise or criticize the one who made this book. The step-by-step of love-making was drawn in detail, and it was also well explained. The book looked insane, but Odette was more insane for wanting to read the book and devoured each sketch with her eyes. It seemed she was no longer a psychiatrist, but a mental patient.

Her head rested on my shoulder, fingers tickling my arms. “Was it a naughty book? Like Karama Sutra stuff about sexual positions?” Biting my lip, I shook my head, for fear I would give myself away. The book was most helpful during my rut. I could hit delightful places with my ‘cock’ and my entire shaft was grateful for it as well. My dragon forced me to read it."

If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.

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.

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.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

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.

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

He was tender yet insistent, his thrusts rolling in deep sensual waves that dragged out every aftershock. My pussy fluttered around him, another smaller climax following the first as juices gushed out in fresh spurts. My eyes rolled inside my head. “Fuck, Dorian…don’t stop,” I begged, as my voice broke. The sickness of my reality hit just then, twin fantasies flooding my mind like forbidden poison. Two identical men, same bodies, same cocks but different in how they claimed me. It was twisted and depraved. In fact, some would call it the ultimate taboo. Yet it made me wetter and hotter, my core throbbing with shameful need.