Libro Lujuria Novels & Stories

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

His one hand reached for my hand and raised it, anchoring my palm on the shelf, while his other hand trailed my stomach until it slid under the skirt of my dress. He pressed his mouth on my ear as he cupped my already-throbbing pussy. “Last time, you told me it was your fantasy to be fucked in a library.” “And you gave it to me,” I told him as I panted. “It’s all done.” “You also added that the thrill of being caught exhilarates you….” He added, ignoring my words. “Lucius… What are you thinking?” I closed my eyes when I felt him tug on my underwear, and it fell, pooling on my feet before his fingers caressed my wet folds.

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

he drawled, tilting his head, “I found something.” Confusion flickered through me. “Found what?” His smile widened, almost feral. “So, you like the idea of being tied up… being treated like a dirty little slut?” My heart stopped. My breath caught violently in my throat as my mind scrambled. No. No, he couldn’t mean— “You…” My voice broke on a gasp. “Lorenzo. Where is it?” He laughed. Actually laughed. A deep, rich sound filled with wicked amusement. “That little book of yours?” he taunted. “The one full of every filthy fantasy that sweet mouth of yours never dared to confess?”

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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.”

he asked Emma teasingly… ”Let me take a look…” he says as he pulls the book from Emma’s hands and starts to read aloud… “Ughh Tessa..he moaned as I sucked his dick so vigorously…his hands on my head, controlling its every movement..at that point I could see it in his face…his sanity, it was all gone…I loved seeing him so helpless and vulnerable..it turned me on..I licked the head of his p***s sending shivers down his spine. His face..I could see it all over his face, the vulnerability I loved so much..it was all there…he continued to moan my name ‘Tessaaaa’ he let out while his hands reached for my ass..he grabbed it as hard as he could and when he could, he grabbed me and pinned me to the b

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.

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.