Immodest Book Novels & Stories

As usual, after having a scrumptious meal of beef stew, which was as usual, cooked by the mysterious stalker, Ricky quickly went upstairs to his room. Pulling his tired face, he sank into the fluffy bed and heaved a sigh. “…This is bad.” Really bad, actually. He really should be thinking of eliminating the stalker, not becoming comfortable with their presence. He got up from the bed to look for his phone. As he rummaged inside his backpack, his fingers brushed against the children book that he bought at the spur of the moment. His face twitched into a grimace as he leered at the colorful book. Buying a children book costed almost all of his dignity. He even have to pull a straight face when

She also happens to be the most notorious one although technically, both she and Jessie are both notorious but Cassie here takes the crown. She isn't exactly your idea of a typical young girl. She's a twenty four year old tomboy and also a proud lesbian, who describes herself as a free spirit who has no interest in slaving away her life just because she's an adult. Personally, I think she's just lucky to be born into a wealthy family cause I can't imagine a person with her mentality surviving in this cruel world. "How did you get in?" I ask confusedly. "Your door lock passcode is as predictable as you are brother. Does that answer your question?" She replies.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

Grabbing a large one, I hide the test inside. Praying that my blush isn’t obvious as I giggle nervously I raise the book above my head. “I needed a break and wanted a new book, so I came over here and thought I’d try something different.” “Oh,” he looks at the title. Blinks twice, and then responds, “I’ve heard that one is pretty good.” I take a moment to look up at the book. On the cover is a picture of a woman wearing a dress with a torn bodice locked in a romantic embrace with a handsome centaur. The title implies something regarding the size of his anatomy and I feel myself burning in embarrassment.

All rights reserved. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• TRIGGER WARNING! The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. This book contains multiple explicit scenes that graphically simulate sexual assault, although every encounter is fully consensual. •Simulated Sexual Assault •Consensual Non-consent •Strong Language •Graphic Violence •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• AUTHOR'S NOTE

I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair. And that’s when the idea struck. Slowly, deliberately, I let the book slip from my fingers. It hit the floor with a soft thud. “Oh—" I bent down immediately to pick it up and the classroom suddenly felt very quiet. Very still. I didn’t rush. Instead, I took my time reaching for the book, my skirt shifting slightly as I moved. A risky move. A deliberate move. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then— Jeff cleared his throat sharply.

He was wearing a white linen shirt, the kind that was slightly see-through and it was a crime against humanity. Through the thin fabric, I could see the hard, sculpted ridges of his abs and the dark hair of his chest. His shoulders were so broad they practically blocked out the hallway behind him. “Olandria,” he said, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble that made my knees instantly weak. He smiled, but it didn't reach those dark, predatory eyes. “Come in.” I stepped inside just a few inches, keeping my hand near the doorframe. I felt like a gazelle stepping into a lion’s den. If my brain decided to short-circuit and my body decided to jump him, I needed to be able to bolt.

God my cheeks are burning hot already. I can't believe I'm telling a guy apart from Luke all this. I feel so ashamed of myself right now and I could feel the shame burning through my face,red hot!. “Okay..that’s a bit of a situation”he flipped my file through the next page, his calloused hands not escaping my eyes. I'm fucking wet right now. My pussy is already twitching beneath me. “So Miss McCann? seems like I'm going to ask you a few questions based on your file if you don't mind”doctor Manuel said.

He put down the phone and sat beside her. "Is that a good book?" he asked lightly. Emma looked at him. He colored when he realized that she was reading a magazine. It was a copy of a popular magazine that covered the scandalous lives of celebrities and their ilk. "Kieran and Imogen made it here." "Really?" he asked eagerly. "They covered the extravagant wedding of Henry and Catherine. Of course, they'd include the guest list," she answered in her trademark deadpan tone. The dark-haired woman allowed him to grab the magazine and watched him flip the pages excitedly.