Libro Del Kamasutra Novels & Stories

I was going to find out for myself all about the different ways I would be able to please my mate. I was so engrossed in the book of Kama Sutra that I barely heard the soft click of my door. I only registered that I was no longer alone when a shadow fell across the pages of the book. I looked up, a grin on my face, expecting to see Duke. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Surely he would appreciate my efforts? I didn't even care that I was still sat here in my bra and panties. Despite what he said, I had planned on letting him see this over and over again, as well as the curves underneath so many times over the next few years. The smile fell from my face as I locked eyes with the man stood in f

I moaned as he lifted me onto his desk effortlessly, knocking books aside. “Spread your legs,” he growled, ripping my panties down with one swift movement. “Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy. Already dripping for me.” He slid two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast and deep. I cried out, clutching his wrist as pleasure shot up my spine. “Quiet,” he ordered, pressing his other hand over my mouth. “Anyone could walk by.” The thrill of getting caught only made it worse. My hips bucked against his fingers as he curled them just right, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

Calm voice, sharp edge. I didn't answer. Explaining was pointless. He headed for the door. "Follow me." I trailed him, careful to keep space between us. He stopped at the guest bath, opened a hidden cabinet. "You left it here." The doors swung open and my face went hot. Past a couple bottles of skincare, the rest was... humiliating. Vibrators in every shade, whips, cuffs, lube, and a stack of graphic books—Conquest of Desire, The Ultimate Guide to Pleasure, 365 Sex Positions, The Hidden Arts of Intimacy.

Consciously and deliberately, her eyes traced the delicate contours of her face, the heaving of her bosom, her immaculate figure that had been driving guys of all ages wild. She longed to touch her, to trail her fingers down her slender abdomen. She wanted to play with those awesome-looking boobies. She wanted to slide her hand underneath her slutty dress and claw into her panties. In her mind, Amber would be wet for her, aching for her touch. Kimberly would cup her cousin's bare sex that would feel so warm and moist against her palm. She would then bob her hand, grinding the heel of her palm against the clit, while Amber would squeeze her own her breast and wail in pleasure until she couldn

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

Her fingers grazed her breasts, teasing the hardened tips of her nupples before sliding lower, tracing down her stomach to the opening between her thighs. Damien’s breath caught. His trousers tightened painfully, the ache nearly unbearable. He wanted to just bang the door open and bend her over and fuck the living hell out of her body but it was against his work description. He has never felt this way for any model before,it was always posing,drawing and paying off. She gasped softly, her hand moving in slow circles, her legs quivering as she touched herself. Her reflection in the mirror revealed everything, her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her eyes fluttered shut as though she wer

I had seen the females having morning sickness, cramps, and swelling, and in my case, it was entirely opposite. I was feeling sexually active like I was ovulating, releasing the heat once or twice the day. Height of absurdity! This was so embarrassing that I couldn’t share it with Moira and sought books on this topic. And all praise to my luck, the first book in the pregnancy section was about the famous Kama Sutra. Not a simple one, but ‘365 positions for 365 days of the year!’ Really? What kind of fucking joke was that? It was like giving tons of drugs to an addict! And that fucking addict left all her work and sat down to read that masterpiece, enjoying this free education.

He fought the sudden urge to close the distance between them and instead decided to tease her. She had sputtered an unconvincing lie which had left him and his wolf deeply amused, until she whipped off a book from the shelf behind her. Seeing the Kama Sutra in her hands, it had been a huge struggle to maintain his composure as he was suddenly flooded with highly inappropriate images of her in the various sexual positions he knew were in the book. Even his cheeks had heated up slightly. Because he had read it. And he had a very good memory. Already feeling a spike of arousal growing inside him, he had to go continue his work for both their sakes, before he cornered her into the bookshelf and

com Subject: Re: Inquiry: Les Plaisirs Interdits (1782) Date: March 4, 2026, 10:22 AM Q, You’d be surprised. I once had a collector faint when I showed him an illustrated Kama Sutra from the 1800s. But you’re right, I’m not easily scandalized. I’m attaching scans of chapters seven and twelve from our copy. The handwriting suggests these were added later, possibly by a different scribe, which might explain why they’re missing from yours. They’re also significantly more explicit than the rest of the text. I’ll wait for your photos before I can confirm authenticity.

But she didn’t want to leave this position now. “Can I ask you a question?” “Shoot,” she replied. “If sex is hard, does that mean you don’t or…” Alek trailed off, his cheeks going a shade she didn’t believe was possible with him. “Does that mean you don’t touch—” “Myself?” Camilla finished on his behalf. He nodded, and she fought back a smile. His hand had moved to her chest, slithering between her boobs without touching them. “Not really. Some of the books, um, you, um, know.” Her cheeks flushed crimson. Alek’s gaze never left her. She knew she had to say the words or he wouldn’t drop this topic. “Someofthebooksgetmewet.”