Personalized Sex Novels Novels & Stories

"I need the sexiest romance book you've got—full-on penetration and the dirtiest sex ever." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'My naughty CEO boss and his enormous cock,' and it's everything you're searching for, my friend." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other dirty novels to keep me up all night while masturbating. These books will surely keep me from trying to straddle Hayden.

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I didn't want him to end this hot day so quickly, no matter how many times I climaxed. We continue to pursue his satisfaction by giving me a delicious taste, just like what I felt during a one-night stand. My head feels very dizzy, I feel the cold floor with my hands but feel the warmth and scent of someone's body, which makes me very calm. I rest my head on his chest, hugging his waist tightly. I realized my still naked self was in the lap of a teenage boy in trousers and the warm embrace of someone who was my enemy who just had hot sex with me during the day and in the student toilet!!

I felt the urge to have sex all of a sudden and I was getting really hard. Who the fuck put a sex pill in my food? God damn it, I'm so fucking hard and it feels like my whole body is gonna explode. "Boss is anything the matter?" Penelope smiled walking into my office.Her skirt was shifted above her knees and her shirt was left half buttoned showing off her cleavages. It's obvious she put a sex pill in my food.Why do these girls like being bitches? "What the fuck are you doing here? Get out!"

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His fingers brushed mine which made tingles rush up my spine. "I'm assigning you a special paper. I want it to be ready in three days. You're going to work on Personal Experiences with Arousal. Be completely honest too. It's for research. " Were my ears playing me? Personal experiences? Like mine? I should write about being pleasured? Being fucked? He stepped close. Closer than before, his big body blocking me. I could literally map out the veins in his neck, his chest rising and falling. "Do you understand what I'm asking from you, Ella?"

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.