Indecent Proposal Book Novels & Stories

Tell me if you like these characters and if you want to read more about them, I’ll make it a book of its own and publish on my account. Do well to check out my new book on the App. It’s titled; PROFESSOR DEAREST. You will wet your panties reading every chapter of the book. XoXo, Author Prodencia.

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug. Kenji picks up a book and passes it over to Levi to place beside his book on the other table. Levi looks down at it and grimaces before setting it next to the ghost book. My brows rise in curiosity as I walk over to see the book. Forbidden Sex Magic stares back at me in bright red letter, the picture of a naked woman being rammed into by a centaur graces the cover. “Well that is disturbing.” I tell them, placing the book back down and putting the ghost book on top of it to hide the cover. Levi and Kenji let out loud spurts of laughter behind me as they watch my discomfort over the book.

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.

One large hand slid down her side, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, yanking her flush against the thick ridge of his cock straining through his trousers. Calliope gasped, rolling her hips instinctively. “This is crazy,” she breathed, even as her hands worked his shirt buttons open, exposing the hard planes of his chest. Her nails scraped down his skin. “You’re the best man. She’s—” “Don’t,” Caspian warned, voice rough. He shoved her dress up to her waist in one rough motion, fingers hooking into her lace panties. “Not tonight. Tonight you’re mine to fuck the thoughts out of.”

You are not wrong. Good. Then I will be direct. I want you. Not for a single careless night. I want an arrangement. Private. Consistent. Discreet. I will take care of you in ways this internship never will. Your rent. Your expenses. Things you want but cannot yet afford. In return, you give me your time and your body when I require it. No public scenes. No demands for a relationship. Complete discretion.

It felt electric. Anita left the library but did not go far. She drove to his apartment building. Darkness covered the area now. She parked and walked to her usual spot by the window. Her body still hummed from the library encounter. The curtains were open enough again. Professor Bush had just arrived home. He took off his sweaty running clothes. Anita’s eyes widened. He stood in the middle of the room in just his underwear. His body was incredible. Broad shoulders led down to a narrow waist. His thighs were thick and powerful from running. A line of hair went down from his navel. Anita felt wetness between her legs. She wanted him more than ever.

Made me rather hot under the collar. Complete bollocks. Nobody reads that crap willingly. I don't even read it. My students definitely don't read it. I once left a twenty quid note halfway through to see if anyone would find it. Still in my desk drawer. But as lies go, it was a good one. Right to the point. Because what he was really saying was: I know you write about sex, so let's have some. 'Speaking of repression,' he said, leaning in so his breath tickled my ear, 'bit stifling here. Might you show me that collection of first editions you mentioned?'

No one knows the quiet, glasses-wearing bookworm is actually a dripping wet slut online. But now I’m trapped in this house with the three men who star in my darkest, most forbidden fantasies. My pussy has been aching since the moment the snow started, knowing I’m alone with them. I’m in the living room trying to read when Kai walks in, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The deep V of his abs and the outline of his heavy cock make my thighs press together instinctively. He’s your stepbrother. Stop it. But the ache only worsens.

Another five grand. Oh God. Who was this person? He just had ten thousand dollars laying around to watch some stranger online fist herself on camera? I reached over and grabbed the lube on the bedside table. I poured the liquid all over my already juicy cunt. And then I pushed my fingers back into my pussy and gave him the words he requested to hear. “This hurts so much Uncle Aiden.” This is wrong…it’s so incestuous. But the craziest fucking thing was–after I said the words–I got wetter. The taboo nature turned me on like nothing ever had before. And this had me fist fucking myself faster.