Neptunic Sexuality Novels & Stories

They left arm in arm, with a satisfying smile decorating Penelope's features. Nathan Legend was drinking his favourite Armand de Brignac Midas when a silhouette strode towards him. Her black shiny short dress exposed her sexy curves and her plump lips were so inviting. He couldn't understand the direction in which his thoughts veered. He never felt sexually attracted to any woman in his life and he never slept with any woman in his right sense. In simple terms, he never felt attracted to neither the opposite nor same-sex, therefore, he has known himself to be asexual.

He paused, then said without looking up, “I wrote. ‘Patient deflects discomfort with seduction. Attempts to regain control through sexual tension.’” I sucked in a slow breath. “Well,” I muttered. “That’s not sexy at all.” “It’s not supposed to be.” My legs uncrossed and re-crossed, slower this time, not for show but because I needed to move. To feel something. Anything. “Do you think I’m disgusting?” I asked suddenly. That caught him off guard. Barely. But I saw it—the shift in his eyes, like I’d finally said something real. “No,” he said.

I repeat, these ladies were too easy and that was because deep in their subconscious all men were bestial Neanderthals, one step above creating fire, or spineless sheep who would rather stampede like lemmings off a precipice than show an ounce of resistance (and be put down), much less any actual romantic inclinations. Since they were convinced sex consisted of either being raped, or your partner staring at the ceiling and wondering if he was missing the latest episode of NCIS, a tiny dose of my sensuality was the equivalent of turning their moped of a hypothalamus into a street racer. My hope was I'd live to regret it.

Then his fingers encircled the rosebud pink petals of her sex-lips and began, with excruciating slowness, to penetrate her. Kate gasped and arched her back. She was beginning to find it almost impossible to concentrate on what Nero was saying. What he was doing to her had all but robbed her of the ability to speak normally. Yet she was aware that their strange conversation was an integral part of their lovemaking. ‘What,’ she asked through gritted teeth, ‘is a nénuphar?’

Hades took advantage and spread her legs by putting himself between them; going down again in search of her lips that were well received. Nebraska's arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her; increasing the physical contact. With no clothing coming between them she could feel the unevenness of the alpha's muscles on her covering her completely. The thick thighs that wouldn't let hers close leaving her wide open to him and the warmth of their intimacy so close to his that it made her shiver in anticipation. She had said she found no pleasure in sex, stupid claim. Where was this wolf had been all these damn years. Being with him, letting her touch her was delicious.

Grabbing her hand, "there's no need to know. Staying anonymous will make it easier for us to part ways. And lest I remind you, this isn't a romantic thing. Do I make myself clear?" "Sure," Nefline croaked. "Name your price if you have one." "Oh, my price is juicy. You can't afford it." Who in their senses would want to hurt the ego of Dante? Nefline just did and wasn't a smart idea. Say that Dante was used to copulating with his kind, maybe that is why his sexual drive is tamed. Fooling around had been within his pack and with Ariel, who kept throwing herself at him. The presence of this horny woman even irritated rather than enticed him. Supposedly, what was supposed to be called sexy was u