Sapiosexual Books Novels & Stories

Lilithara began the breeding slowly, savoring every moment. She started with Sophie. The shy bookworm was pulled to the edge of the altar and bent over. Lilithara slammed her massive futa cock balls-deep into the girl’s tight pussy in one powerful thrust, the fat head battering her cervix. As she fucked her with deep, claiming strokes, two thick demonic tentacles slid into Sophie’s mouth and ass, stretching her completely. Demonic energy poured into the witch with every thrust.

I fell asleep exhausted, thighs sticky, still whispering Daniel’s name. Days blurred together. Texts turned into voice notes where I moaned for him. Calls became arguments mixed with desperate dirty talk. My body was in constant heat , nipples always sensitive, pussy perpetually wet and aching. I bought more toys. I rode a thick dildo on the couch one afternoon, bouncing on it while watching a video of a man fucking a woman from behind, imagining it was us. My moans filled the apartment as I came, grinding down hard, but again… it wasn’t enough.

But for Conrod it was never difficult, and what problems can there be if you see everything a few steps ahead. A few hours later, the front door opened, letting in the light of corridor lamps and Sophia's cheerful laughter into the dark apartment. Indoors, the fragrance of her perfume was especially strong, mixing with her natural scent, giving a dizzying effect. He hugs her slender waist, his hand slowly and gently sinking lower and lower. Lips with hot breath glide over the delicate neck. Her juicy wet lips tremble slightly, anticipating a kiss. Conrod teases her by lightly touching her skin. They are getting closer and closer to the bed. Clothes seem to fall off the body, exposing the des

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

"I…no. Not really. I’ve always been the good girl. Focused on studies. My parents expect perfection." Alexander’s hand rested on her knee, heavy and warm through the fabric of her skirt. "Good girls often harbor the darkest desires. I see it in your writing, the way you linger on scenes of seduction, the internal conflict. You’re curious, aren’t you? About what it feels like to surrender to someone who knows exactly how to break you open." Sophia’s pulse raced. She should leave. This was wrong, dangerous. He was her professor. But the ache building between her thighs betrayed her. "Professor Voss… Alexander… this is inappropriate."

he said smoothly, voice like velvet over steel. Damian’s gaze was icy. “Alessandro. End this. Now. No games.” Alessandro chuckled softly. “Games? No, Damian. This is strategy. Kane was a pawn, Matteo a tool, and you… you were predictable. I anticipated every move you’d make.” Isabella stepped forward, heart hammering. “Predictable? You underestimated me.” Alessandro’s smirk widened. “And yet, predictability ensures survival. You see patterns, anticipate moves—but you can’t anticipate obsession, desire for power, and desperation.”

For years, Cynthia Cohen would have said that a perfect evening was one spent reading a book on the couch in her living room, her long red hair twisted into a bun and secured with chopsticks, her feet toasty in fuzzy slippers and her curves disguised by baggy pyjamas. But then she had met Richard, and Richard had helped her to see that an even more perfect evening included being naked and sweaty, her hands bound. On her knees. Just the thought of their nights spent together in such a fashion made Cynthia’s throat tight and her chest hot, the aching space between her thighs clenching uncomfortably. As her lover, Richard had helped her to see herself as more than the quiet bookworm she had alw

She whispered to herself amidst sighs. Elena knows she enjoyed every bit of the experience and even wants it to continue. She is bisexual and has a wild sexual appetite that she has tried to tame because she has always believed Alex to be a sexually reserved person. But yesterday changed her notion. She now understands that he appeared reserved because he hid his sexual kinks and fantasies from her. She came to the gradual conclusion that if this is the kind of sex life Alex wants, then she's not opposed to it. As long as both of them are happy and their marriage remains stable.

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Melinda. It's important you feel comfortable here. Now, let's dig a little deeper. What kind of erotica draws you in? The kind that builds slowly, or something..something more.. direct?" In my mind, I pictured her reading about a doctor like me, hypnotizing a patient into submission. Her body arching under my commands. I watched her bite her lips, considering her answer. This was going to be exquisite. She shifted on the couch, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't ad

I drained half the wine glass in one swallow. This was my life now. An endless parade of men who thought they knew how to please a woman because they'd read some article in a magazine. Men who treated my body like an instruction manual they could skim through. Men who never bothered to ask what I actually wanted. The irony wasn't lost on me. Dr. Delilah Santos, renowned sex therapist. Author of two bestselling books on pleasure. Host of the most popular podcast about intimacy in the country. And I couldn't find a single man who could make me feel anything.