Libro Del Kamasutra Novels & Stories

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.

Among the papers on the floor was a black leather notebook. I picked it up, with the intention of putting it back but a page fell open. I looked at it and immediately, my breath caught. It was a list. It had names, dates, instructions and photos. Photos of women… beautiful submissive women, tied with ropes, gagged, eyes filled with lust and fear. I wanted to drop it back immediately, but curiosity had the better side of me, so I told myself just one more page then I'll drop it back. And then I flipped over to the next page.

*This is another one from an unpublished book. It is a bit dark in the middle, but gets steamy at the end.* Destiny Stepping out of the shower, I walked into my closet and looked for the perfect dress. Tonight was going to be special since we didn't have to hide anymore, no matter where we went. I decided on one of my favorites, a fuchsia sleeveless bodycon mini club party dress. I let my towel drop to the floor and I slide the dress on. I went over to my shoes and decided on a pair of silver heels to go with it. I walked out of the closet and into the bathroom where Jasmine was now getting ready.

Kayla’s left hand clamped the table’s edge, while her right hand dove between her spread thighs without shame, her eyes locked on Lukas with a seductive stare that dared him to watch. “Look at me, Luk,” she purred, spreading her knees wider so the dim light caught every wet fold. “Look how soaked my pussy is for you… mmm.” She traced a single finger up her slit, parting herself open with a wet sound, showing him the pink inside clenching greedily. “See how empty it feels? It needs you… needs its little brother to come home and fill it up…” Then she plunged two fingers knuckle-deep inside herself with a wet squelch, pumping them in and out while her thumb circled her throbbing clit. “Mmm, hea

Lucian sat across from me, posture straight and controlled like always, but his eyes lingered on my legs a second longer than they should have. “Nora,” he replied, that deep steady tone sending another pulse straight to my clit. “Tell me exactly how it felt when you touched yourself. No holding back. This is where the real work starts.” I bit my lip and shifted again, feeling my soaked panties stick to me. Fuck, his calm way of demanding the dirty details is making me throb worse than my ex ever did.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

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.