Daily Sex Book Novels & Stories

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h

One entire wall was fully occupied with a massive bookcase filled with academic tomes, with titles such as Advanced Calculus, and Partial Differential Equations - A Practical Application. There was one very special volume entitled Differential Calculus and the Search for Intelligent Life. The author was one Dr. Anna Grant. My mother. My lover. The sexiest woman in my universe. I knew that crammed inside the bank of five-drawer filing cabinets were research papers, exam sheets, notes, and files. But one cabinet, securely locked at all times and to which I have a key, was filled with stunningly sexy skirts and blouses, shoes, lingerie, and of course scores of nylons of all makes, styles, sheen

I headed to my security office to get more update on the fucker who thought it was wise to follow me and to draft a plan to kill them. I would not let anyone take what was mine for the second time. . . . _DAISY POV<3 I was lying on our bed after a shower, reading one of the books from my library. I opened a book that was themed ‘erotica’ and began reading. I read to the part where the man kissed the girl, swallowing her surprised gasp, which turned into a moan when he slid his hand between her legs and plunged two fingers in. She let out another moan, raising her hips when his thumb found her clit. He pressed—

I scream, muffled by my own hand, and they groan, Ethan cumming inside my pussy, hot and thick, Caleb filling my ass, their releases mixing, dripping down my thighs. They keep thrusting through my climax, drawing another weak orgasm, my body shaking, legs buckling. Clara’s humming resumes, her shadow fading, but the danger lingers, my skin marked with their bites, my body dripping. They pull out, panting, and Caleb smirks, wiping his cum from my thigh. “Tomorrow, the library,” he whispers, “where we’ll fuck you among the books.” They leave me trembling, dress ruined, cum leaking onto the table, the kitchen’s heat hiding our sin as I slump against it, already craving the next night’s taboo.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

“No one’s ever put it like that before. Not my exes. Not even my therapist.” “Most people don’t think about sex as anything more complicated than missionary versus doggy style.” He shrugged. “But you saw my nightstand. That’s just the shallow end of the pool.” “Should I start with Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked, my voice half teasing, half desperate. “No.” He laughed, a warm rumble. “That’s terrible research. If you want to learn, I’ll give you better books.” “BDSM?” “Sexuality. Behavior. Safe practices. Power dynamics. Consent.” His hand slid higher, cupping my hips, pulling me down so that his arousal pressed hard against the slick heat at my center. His face hovered inches from mine. “Kno

**** ~SELENA POV~~ I sat on my bed holding my phone, the book on the screen was tempting my stepbrother. I had never been into romance stories before, but these pas two weeks I had been reading more than usual. The first two chapters were really hot. The male lead and female lead where pinned on the bed fucking intensely. My body was already reacting to it, and I pressed my thighs together. Goodness, I miss Henry's cock so much. I was about to picture him while I touched myself when the door opened. Looking up, I froze to find Zane waking inside.