Indecent Proposal Book Novels & Stories

Monalisa Smutty books were getting way too filthy for my taste lately. The couple in the one I was reading were twisted into a position that looked physically impossible, legs over shoulders, back arched at a brutal angle, the hero slamming into her so deep and hard it looked like he was trying to ruin her for any other man. The author deserved jail time. How the hell did someone even write something that dirty? And how was the heroine not cramping? I gripped my Kindle so tight my knuckles turned white, equal parts horrified and shamefully turned on, when the chaos downstairs exploded again. Bass vibrated through the floor. Loud laughter. Splashing. Drunken shouts.

I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me. “I have always wanted to bend her over for months and to claim that young body right here on this very couch.” My imagination goes wild while I grab her by the waist as she stands in front of me, pulling her down onto my lap. “You are so sexy Anna.” I groan just thinking of her. Her skirt rides up exposing her smooth thighs and the lacey edge of her panties. “Professor,” Anna whispers, but there’s no fear in her voice— only hunger. I don’t waste time with words while my fingers hook into her panties and yank them down.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

He shoved it back absentmindedly without noticing. “Did I call you a tough nut before?” He grinned. “Nah, I think you're crazy.” I shrugged. “Crazy and tough.” As we got into the elevator, he leaned in, his breath caressing my skin. “I'll have a lot of fun cracking you tonight.” A hum escaped my lips, heat pooling between my legs. The fact that Mr Sexy overalls already had me turned on was a plus for him. My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough.

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

of me, I said: “Let's start working on that book proposal. I was about to grab my computer out of my bag when Damien shoved the beer into my bag. my hand and folded her little table. “Hold this while I get my computer upstairs. After turning on the notebook and opening a new document, it turned to me: “You have to think of a title. It has to be attractive, captivating, ravishing. Let's reflect “You have to think of a title. It has to be attractive, captivating, ravishing. Let's reflect about what we mean. For a few minutes, we exchanged ideas and then I said: “What if we choose a title that has to do with apologizing?” maybe when apologies not enough? “Hey, I like this one,” he typed and con

She looked innocent and filthy at the same time, exactly the kind of temptation I loved to corrupt. She stopped a few feet away, biting her lower lip, eyes flicking between me and the cross. “Is this what you wanted, Mr. Blackwood?” My cock thickened instantly inside my black trousers. I crossed the room slowly, letting her feel the weight of my stare. “You look like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had, little schoolgirl. Come here.” She walked forward, hips swaying under that tiny skirt. When she was close enough I caught one pigtail and used it to tilt her head back. “Did you wear panties tonight?”

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy. Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

I stepped back subtly, keeping my expression calm, and tilted the wine glass in my hand. "Grayson," I asked with a faint smile, "are you proposing to the wrong person? Isn't your proposal supposed to be for Tanya?" "I knew you were still jealous of Tanya." Grayson Caldwell's expression shifted slightly at my words. "It's been three years. You still haven't gotten over it? How many times have I told you…" "You only see Tanya as a sister. There's nothing between you two," I finished the sentence for him, my voice steady.