Immodest Book Novels & Stories

We are both in the canteen and I have a small box in my hands with a purple vibrator in it. "Imogen, what the fuck?!" I whispered yelled. "What? You need something to reduce your horniness. I don't want you fucking a married man," "Oh my....this is not necessary, Imo. What the hell?" She scoffed. "It is. I also got you some romantic books too," I jerked a bit. "Really?!" "Then I returned them." My shoulders fell as I stared at her. She stared at me while playing with a strand of her hair with her fingers.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

Not that I had expected to get any action, not really, but it was a sex club after all. Moe had held one leg with one hand holding me open to his view and had used the other to run his fingers into my slit. I could feel the stickiness of my arousal. I'd wanted to be shy or embarrassed. That's what a good girl would be, but I was going to be very naughty instead. It felt decadent being exposed like this with him. There was a richness to this encounter that I'd never imagined would be possible with a stranger or with anyone really. Chuck was long gone. I'd begun to forget how it was with him.

Frowning, she spoke with clear displeasure, "Why are you impersonating me? And judging by your attitude, are you planning to hit my brothers next? "Where did this barbaric woman come from? Solving everything with fists and violence!" Just like that, with a few careless words, she painted me as some crude country bumpkin—and for a moment, I was genuinely stunned. Yet, the surrounding guests began to praise her in unison. "Now that's the bearing of a true heiress! I knew Mrs. Thompson would never find someone to impersonate the real one." "And Camellia clearly cares for her brothers—she's a good sister. That authority token in that woman's hand must be fake!"

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

“You’re far more interesting than the official shots.” Calliope took a sip, the wine rich and heady on her tongue. “Flirting with the help? Bold move for the best man.” Caspian’s smile turned predatory. “I’m not flirting, Calliope. I’m stating facts.” His gaze swept over her body again, slower this time. “That dress fits you like it was made for sin. And the way you move… like you know exactly what you want but refuse to take it.” Heat pooled low in her belly. She should step back. Instead, she tilted her head. “And what do you want, Caspian?”

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

She instantly placed her trembling right hand on the book and soon, whispers began lurking around the room— those filled with terror and aghast. "Everything will fall on my feet. I am nearing my 'PALACE'!" Mauve said to herself, smiling from ear to ear, hushedly witnessing Imogen become possessed. Imogen's hair began glowing red with flames. The letters on the book started gleaming and dancing in the air. Her lips began quivering as the iris of her eyes turned white. A scream escaped, freeing itself together with inaudible utters from her dry lips and loomed around the room.

“And they had the good sense to pick the most beautiful one.” I’m so pleased at his compliment. For a moment, we’re just smiling at each other while he holds me. Then I realize how intimate we are right now. Adam seems to notice it at the same time too. He suddenly releases me from his embrace and takes his seat again on the stool. “So, what kind of book are you modelling for?” I twirl my phone in my hand, reluctant to offer up a straight answer. “It’s a fiction book, I think.” “What genre?”