روايات وقصص ضمن Excerpts From The Book 50 Shades Of Grey

The ones needed for the Rothmere case disappeared in ash. Now it hits. Not through thinking - straight into my bones. A cold sureness: this is real. Happening here. This moment. The book falls from my hands. A sharp crack echoes as it hits the ground. Suddenly I am standing, breath ragged, pulse hammering under my skin. Smoke lingers in memory, thick behind my eyes. Stumbling forward, I yank the door wide - Mrs. Greyson stands there, inches away. “Miss Rimestone! What is the - ”

The silence in the suite had been a strange comfort that I had been enjoying all afternoon. Letting wrap its arms around me as I lounged on the couch with Fifty Shades of Grey balanced loosely in my hands. The pages remained glued to my eyes as I followed every sentence written for my pleasure. I was reading this to occupy my day because this was a hundred times better than replaying Alex’s dumb conversation from breakfast, his voice still lingering in the back of my mind as I tried to picture Christian Gray doing all those things to me.

That made an instant flood on my panties. “H.. hello…”I stuttered. “You’ve been reading,” he said, voice low, velvet-rough. One long finger brushed the spine of Fifty Shades. “Curious now?” Heat flooded my face. My panties were already ruined; I could feel fresh wetness seeping at his words. “Yes,” I whispered. He studied me — eyes tracing the flush on my cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of my chest, the way my hands trembled on the table.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Roman said, discarding both his clothes and hers, the city lights the only source of illumination in the tiny motel room. But they didn't care about the motel room, neither did they care about the rusty bed or paint-stripped walls. All they needed was each other and their love. I put down my pen and went over the page one more time to correct any mistakes. I bit my lips as I concentrated on proofreading. Nearly done, only the final sex scene and it was going to be a master piece! “I want to bite that lip, Miss Sanders.” “Quoting Christian Grey doesn’t make you any less creepy, Mr. Whitmore”.

I sighed. I reached in my bag and pulled out 'Fifty Shades of Grey.' Beth had been pressuring me to buy it, saying that it was amazing and that it would 'open my mind to a world I had never seen before.' It took me a while to get what she meant by that, mocking my non existent sex life.

“I plan on keeping you happy like this sweetheart. Seeing you this happy I can’t describe the feelings that go on inside me every time I see that smile on your face.” “Oh, how sweet of you.” “As it says in that ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ book we aim to please Miss. Blakemoore.” Wait, What? “You’ve read that book?” This just got interesting. “Not just read baby, I’ve watched the movies too, learned a thing or two from it too but I promise I won’t show you unless you are ready.” “How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.”

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.

Sam walked the grounds of Versailles alone, trying to collect his thoughts. He walked down an ambling path, twisting and turning its way through perfectly trimmed hedges. Ever since he’d met Kendra, he had been able to think of little else. There was something about her: she was so young, and her skin was so smooth and flawless, and her aqua eyes completely hypnotized him. When she looked at him, with the full power of those eyes on him, he had been able to think of nothing else.

My mind felt hazy, my pussy throbbing and oversensitive, a strange mix of shame and deep satisfaction settling over me. Grey didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing heavily against my neck. Then he slowly withdrew, flipped me onto my back, and kissed me deeply — slow, possessive, claiming. His tongue tangled with mine as his body covered me completely, pressing me down into the mattress with his weight.