Indecent Proposal Book Novels & Stories

“I looked them over once. These are no good. That rectangular box is full of obscene images and videos of naked men and women. There were more than a hundred of them in one file. The people in each one are also different from the other. Some have two or more women, all in different poses. They were even children who haven’t grown breast! Such depravity! And this book. I asked Ellie to scan it over. She found more than one scene depicting both men doing those unspeakable acts. They were even written in such a way that makes people’s imagination go beyond irredeemable path. It’s creatively done but how can you people enjoy reading something like this? It’s very disappointing.

His day hadn't gone well,and he was frustrated and irritated at the slow progress of the project. Now after seeing her he was horny as hell. He wasn't going to force her. If she wasn't interested they'd move on and forget about it. It would probably be for the best anyway,he knew the nature of his proposition was both inappropriate and insane. “He should just withdraw his offer now and shrug it off”,he reasoned. “Yes,thank you” Her whispered words brought his train of thoughts to an instant stop. His jaw dropped as he watched her. The shapely defined features of her hair move forward to hide her face,the gesture was so little yet so sensual.

He was right, I had thrown myself at Ricardo several times for the past two weeks. From the simple action of indecent dressing when Mom wasn't around, to asking for help with the smallest things while touching him softly, to making our bodies brush even when there was enough space… Ricardo surprisingly had politely rejected all my advances without batting an eyelid, the action driving me insane, not to the point of logical thinking but to pure lust and obsession. “Open up, we are about to begin the party” he spoke, using his free hand to hold his thick veiny black rod, tapping on my lips.

The memory of their nearness in his office, the way his eyes had lingered, sent unwanted warmth pooling low in her belly. She wanted to deny it. She also wanted to reach across the table and pull him into a kiss just to shut him up. Instead, she redirected. “The counterproposal I sent gives you minority stake with advisory input. That’s as far as I’ll go.” Damien studied her for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Fine. I’ll consider it. But I want something in return.” She raised an eyebrow. “What?” “Dinner. Real dinner. Not this negotiation disguised as one. Just you and me, no lawyers, no spreadsheets. One night where we talk about something other than market share.”

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

*This is another one from an unpublished book. It is a bit dark in the middle, but gets steamy at the end.* Destiny Stepping out of the shower, I walked into my closet and looked for the perfect dress. Tonight was going to be special since we didn't have to hide anymore, no matter where we went. I decided on one of my favorites, a fuchsia sleeveless bodycon mini club party dress. I let my towel drop to the floor and I slide the dress on. I went over to my shoes and decided on a pair of silver heels to go with it. I walked out of the closet and into the bathroom where Jasmine was now getting ready.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling. His hands roamed over my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He sat up, his eyes locked on mine as he reached for the buttons of my shirt. With an aggressive motion, he tore them open, the fabric giving way under his strength. Buttons scattered across the room, clattering on the hardwood floor. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as he pushed the torn shirt aside, exposing my breasts. His eyes darkened with desire, roaming over my curves, taking in every inch of my skin. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one nipple, sucking and nibbling while his hand played with the ot

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

“I think it's not the time to want something from someone you just met?” “Right,” she nodded, “I just think...” She gotten serious, “what a man like you doing in this kind of place?” He tense to the sudden question, “That's-” “I didn't mean it in a bad way,” she added. “I know...” but he couldn't bring himself to say something, the reason he have to walk in the Slump. *** “How can I say that I go there because of a run-away wife?” he muttered between his breathed, “I mean a soon-to-be...” he hissed to the mistake.