Libro Del Kamasutra Novels & Stories

“Did you wear panties tonight?” Chloe’s cheeks flushed. “No, sir.” “Good girl.” I slid my hand under the skirt and cupped her bare pussy. She was already soaked, slick coating my fingers the moment I touched her. I pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning, curling them deep. She gasped, rising onto her toes. “So wet for me already. Were you thinking about this all day while you worked in my library? Imagining me tying you up and using this tight cunt?”

He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

The kiss was hungry and urgent, full of all the tension that had built up during every lecture. He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the desk. Papers shifted under her. One hand moved from her face down to her neck, holding her in place while he kissed her harder. His other hand slid under her skirt and straight between her legs. He cupped her pussy over her panties and groaned when he felt how soaked the fabric was. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against her mouth. He rubbed his fingers along the wet material, pressing it between her swollen lips. Sara gasped and rocked against his hand. The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

He presses a wet kiss to my neck as he pushes his fingers inside of me, swirling his fingers around my clit. “Fuck, Theo.” I moan as we keep moving to the top. “Shhh, baby, do you want people to know what you’re doing? That you have your man’s fingers shoved down the front of your panties?” He slides two fingers into my opening. “You want my third finger?” I let my head fall back and nod against him, my body already humming as it chases my release. “You look so pretty like this. Squirming and panting in my lap. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. We’re almost at the top. How close are you, baby?” he murmurs in my ear.

"But you're still going to have to do this one." - That's what you think. Didn't recognize the position of Gemini? And the yawn position? Oh, and i also remember the cow sex position. "Cow sex?" What you mean? She tilted her head back a little, which made her smile. hip pressed against his, and looked up at him. Fighting the erection, he said: — Most of the sex positions you've ever done are in the Kama Sutra. is that people usually think of the more exotic ones.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

Liz was biting her lip in an endearing way and I allowed myself to fantasise that things were different and I could do everything I wanted to her straight away. “Are you telling me I should have come here in search of a cookery book?” Was she really that naïve? I suspected she was. “Not exactly,” I told her. “How familiar are you with the works of the Marquis de Sade?” Her shocked gasp told me she at least knew her history. I selected a volume even more pertinent to our coming time together. “And this?” I showed her the cover, ramming home my intentions. She covered her mouth with her hand briefly before saying, “The Kama Sutra. Byron, I – I don’t understand.”

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.