Novel & Cerita Hidden Pictures Books For Adults

Luke’s messages kept lighting up the screen, one after the other, each more distracting than the last. My pulse raced, I was almost drooling as I stared at the picture of his hard dick he had just sent to me. I could feel the slight pooling between my thighs. The next text from him sent my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “Waiting for yours, cookie” he wrote. I hesitated, I began scrolling through my hidden files for something useful, as I had tons of them there. And then, I found one. in it, my boobs were all out, and I was playing with myself with a fucking dildo.

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog - ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

I moaned as he lifted me onto his desk effortlessly, knocking books aside. “Spread your legs,” he growled, ripping my panties down with one swift movement. “Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy. Already dripping for me.” He slid two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast and deep. I cried out, clutching his wrist as pleasure shot up my spine. “Quiet,” he ordered, pressing his other hand over my mouth. “Anyone could walk by.” The thrill of getting caught only made it worse. My hips bucked against his fingers as he curled them just right, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

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.

I could see the slight worry on his face, a silent acknowledgment of the path we were stepping on, yet pleasure blinded him insanely. As he expertly explored my depths, I moaned loudly, losing all sense of my surroundings. His eyes peered deep into my soul, then he gradually slowed down his pace. His eyes still locked on me. He withdrew his fingers and I gasped, hoping my legs wouldn’t fail me soon. They were trembling like they were on the brink of collapsing. He brought his fingers to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine, and sucked on them with deliberate slowness. Transfixed. I watched.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

Hundreds and hundred of books lined the shelves and he led me to seat by the window on a window seat. He stood in front of me, hiding something behind him. "What that?" I asked, curiousity getting the better of me. He revealed it to me, his entire body trembling in excitement, "it's our memories in hard copy!" He grinned, showing me the album book he had pulled out from one of the shelves. I took the book excitedly, opening it. Almost immediately, a naked picture of fetus Shawn jumped at me. No, you don't understand. Like, an actual fetus picture of Shawn in the womb.

What if the solution to our problems wasn't buried in these pages at all? As I scanned through the pile, hoping to find something, anything, my eyes widened as I spotted a book that seemed out of place. It was old and weathered, bound in dark leather with strange symbols etched on its cover. Intrigued and yet wary, I picked it up and began flipping through its pages. The forbidden text inscribed within revealed itself slowly but surely; ancient runes etched in blood-red ink that seemed to pulsate with dark energy.