Libro Del Kamasutra Novels & Stories

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I looked forward to it. I chose the outfit carefully. No bra again—didn’t see the point. A thin white cotton camisole, almost see-through when the light hit it right. Tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No panties. The seam of the shorts pressed directly against my clit every time I moved. Torture. Delicious torture.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

I blushed on his new compliment. "You can write a thesis on how to woo a woman in Alessandro style.I bet will be the best seller of the century among teenagers like Kamasutra."I joked but it seemed to backfire on me as his smile replaced by a smirk. "Kamasutra hmm so the nun Destiny Carter has taste for adult stuffs.Well I didn't mind giving its practical examples.I am the super fan of this book."He said playfully thus I realised what I has blurted without thinking.

“Yeah. It’s a really good book.” “Learning anything good?” “Yeah, actually.” “Well, I hear the Kama Sutra is full of—” He laughs as I wriggle around and tackle him, tickling him for teasing me before our lips find each other’s, and we sink into a kiss there on the beach blanket. “It’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, you big doofus,” I mutter, hefting my paperback.

I’ve been handled by my handler, and I don’t appreciate knowing how much time we’ve wasted. Aleksei thought I was playing games with him before? He ain’t seen nothing yet. I find what I’m looking for and stop, pointing to the top shelf. “Aleksei?” He’s suddenly so huge beside me in the dim lighting, his tightly leashed control beginning to show signs of strain, it takes me a moment to continue. “Can you reach up and get me the big red one? The one with gold lettering on the spine?” He seems surprised by my request, but complies. And I have the satisfaction of watching one dark eyebrow hop toward his hairline when he reads the title. “The Kama Sutra, Georgina?”

Creighton dropped the bags by the door and picked up the package again. “Shall we?” he asked with an excited grin. Sandra had no choice but to smile in return, as she nodded. They sat down on the sofa and she watched as he ripped the paper off like a child at Christmas. She felt the sting of her blush when he pulled the top of the gift box open. Inside was a set of handcuffs encased in black fur, a riding crop almost identical to the one they already had, a black silk bustier and thong panty set, and a book entitled Kama Sutra A Sexual Experience For Lovers by Dr. Miriam Bachmeier. Creighton laughed as he flipped through the pages.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

“Desire is not illusion. It is the true lingam. I am the living Naga king. You now carry my divine seed. Your bodies and souls belong to the left-hand path forever.” The three of them remained locked together in the ancient chamber, breathing ragged, bodies trembling with exhaustion and dark satisfaction as the sacred jungle continued its eternal vigil above. In the heart of the Khmer empire’s most holy site, the true Kama Sutra had been reborn in the deepest, most beautiful blasphemy.