Libro Del Kamasutra Novels & Stories

He kept pounding until he finally groaned and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum, his body shuddering against mine. After we caught our breath, I straightened my skirt, feeling his cum already starting to leak down my thighs, and gave him a wicked little smile. “I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry.” Later that afternoon, I found her in the quiet corner of the university library, tucked between the tall shelves of old literature books. She was pretending to read, but her face was still flushed and her hands were shaking as she turned the pages. I walked up behind her and leaned in close. “Hey… about what you saw earlier.”

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

“We’re going to the library. I need to return a book. And you’re coming with me.” My heart stuttered. The campus library. Public. Risky. He smiled—slow, wicked. “And you’re going to keep every drop of me inside you the whole time. No panties. Just my cum dripping down your thighs while we walk through the stacks.” I whimpered, already throbbing again at the thought.

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NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

My chest hammers against my ribcage. His breath brushes my neck. Hot, deliberate, tantalizing. He steps beside me, dangerously close, so close I can feel the slight shift of his weight. My stomach twists when I glance at the titles. Tempting Him: On His Desk Kamasutra: Teacher's Edition Oh. My. Fucking. God. I stare at the books for three whole seconds. “That’s not-” I spin to confront him, but he’s gone. Just gone. My head whirls down the dark aisle, rows of books standing like silent witnesses.

He let out a low, animalistic roar, his body stiffening as he spilled himself deep inside me, his warm seed blooming against my cervix in heavy, rhythmic pulses. He kept me pinned there for a long time, his chest heaving, his face buried in my hair. We were both covered in sweat, the cool air of the library chilling the moisture on our skin. Slowly, the world stopped spinning. The silence of the manor returned, heavy and judging.

“Rule number two: you are not to close any door in this suite. Not the bathroom door, not the closet door, not the bedroom door. Your body is an open book to me. I will have access to it whenever I want. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mr. Carter.” “Rule number three: you will not sleep in the bed. You will sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed, like a good little pet. Do you understand?” A fresh wave of humiliation washed over her, but it was mixed with a dark, thrilling pleasure. The thought of being so completely owned, so thoroughly controlled, was intoxicating. “Yes, Mr. Carter.” “Good,” he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He unzipped his trousers, his thick, hard cock springing f