Carnal Knowledge Book Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

He said, giving the burger packet to Amber and placing cold coffee on the table. “Your…” She could not hide her concern, and he smiled before replying” I want to read what that book is telling about sex, That I didn't know”. He closed the door before leaving the room and placed it near one machine and read the title of the book” His Lust” He opened the book where she had put a fold on the top paper to remember where she had stopped last time, but he also found many folds in the book. He opened the first fold and read.

Ona is searching her shelves for a book of stories, her hands moving rapidly as she scans the spines, and checks to see if any books are hidden inside of other books. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” Ona gasps, exasperated. “Okay, where is it now…where did that blasted book go?” Eventually, her fingers find a small, pink book. “Ah, here it is.” “The Story of Carnelia the Great,” I shrug, “What of it? I can assure you I’ve read it a dozen times and I haven’t seen anything remotely connected to our situation.” “This,” she holds the little pink book aloft, “Is the key to everything. It’s not just a fairy tale, it's a history book.”

I had been wet since the afternoon, when the memory of his voice and the stretch of him and the taste of us on my tongue had followed me through every ordinary task. I selected a different manuscript this time—an early 17th-century bestiary, fragile and beautifully illuminated—and opened it carefully in the center of the table. Then I stepped out of my shoes, placed my hands on the wood, and bent over exactly as he had left me the night before. The position lifted the back of my skirt. The air moved across my exposed cunt and the backs of my thighs. I could feel how slick I already was. I waited. At 12:03 a.m. the outer door opened and closed. Familiar footsteps crossed the room. The deadbol

Athen POV. I dashed towards the open window, feeling a chill run through my veins as the cold breeze rushed in and caused the pages of the forbidden tome to flutter restlessly. The room was dimly lit, but the pale light of the moon seemed to shimmer with a strange allure as I picked up the book with trembling hands. The Forbidden Knowledge. For weeks I had been yearning to unlock its secrets, to delve deep into its pages and uncover the truths that lay hidden within.

Calm voice, sharp edge. I didn't answer. Explaining was pointless. He headed for the door. "Follow me." I trailed him, careful to keep space between us. He stopped at the guest bath, opened a hidden cabinet. "You left it here." The doors swung open and my face went hot. Past a couple bottles of skincare, the rest was... humiliating. Vibrators in every shade, whips, cuffs, lube, and a stack of graphic books—Conquest of Desire, The Ultimate Guide to Pleasure, 365 Sex Positions, The Hidden Arts of Intimacy.

I had this unsettling feeling that they were going to attack, but where, when and who were uncertain. When I got home, I ran over to an old, Victorian cabinet that was passed down through the generations in my family. It was cherry oak and curved out in the middle; the Victorian designs were chipped but didn’t deny that it was a formidable antique. I walked up to it with my set of keys, found the right key and unlocked it. I took out my book of creatures and opened it. It was an old, leather bound book passed down from century to century, with my ancestors adding to it as new creatures revealed themselves. The faded letters in the middle of the cover said “Demonology” in Irish text. The page

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.