Sapiosexual Books Novels & Stories

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

He blamed that sexy swag that Philip had…always oozing so much confidence, pizzazz, and sexual magnetism which never failed to make him lightheaded with lust. And that special look Philip gave him whenever he thought he wasn’t watching…with eyes filled with such possessiveness, hunger, and warmth… It always left him weak. To think he’d been brought up to see same-sex relations as unacceptable, Troy thought. He wondered what the warlocks would say if they saw him now, with no control over his body whenever Philip was around… Well, he was never going to find out, thanks to his massacring pack. “Hey,” Philip said in his low sexy voice, drawing a tiny moan out of Troy.

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

Raphael smirked, enjoying the small scowl in Shaine’s face. She came yes but it wasn’t as magical as she thought it would be because of what Raphael did. In her mind, she was already planning her revenge. She attacked Raphael’s lips and made him sit on the couch, straddling him, squeezing herself on top of Raphael. “Oh? So you want to dominate me, huh?” He whispered, narrowing his eyes due to Shaine’s beauty. Shaine being innocent, prim and proper, and lustful would make you horny. Shaine being dominant, aggressive, and lustful would make you fall for her.

Sophia worked my dripping pussy with deep, sensual strokes, opening me wider, teasing that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. My whole body burned. The rich scent of oil and sex filled my lungs. The wet glide of their hands, the pinch of fingers on my nipples, the stretch of Sophia’s fingers inside me, the taste of vanilla on my tongue, the sight of their flushed, hungry faces. Everything overwhelmed me. I was completely theirs. Moaning, dripping, trembling on the table while they slowly drove me out of my mind. The tension between the three of us crackled like electricity. I did not know how much longer any of us could hold back before we all broke.

The flat of his palm felt cool against her heated body, and soon Sophie could not continue the kiss at all for how the sensation of it made her squirm and twist. "Devon," she breathed, lightheaded. The hand continued up until it reached the arch of her panties, and then his fingers followed the seam of the leg downward and inward. "What is it, little girl?" he asked her, voice gritty and playful. Sophie made desperate little gasps. Devon's broad fingers traced inward and over the fabric covering her crotch. Then they dipped down further, putting just enough pressure so he could trace his finger between the valley of her lips. As the cotton met her sex, Sophie could feel how drenched she had

He moaned as Sophia licked his neck running her hand under his shirt. " You smell so good... I want you... Sleep with me my alpha." He gritted his teeth as Sophia sat down on the bulge in his pants and proceeded to rub their hips together. As Sophia's skirt went up, his sanity disappeared with it. " What are you waiting for? Come on... You're also dying to want it…" Greg sighed before grabbing Sophia's neck, the latter smiling victoriously. She licked her lips obscenely as her gaze shone with a perverted glow.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams

Sophia’s POV I could only notice the vivid scent of ink and old books in the library. I could seee shelves as high as they could possibly be above me. They were filled with books as old as the Moon Goddess. I put my hands on the rough surface of the wood, but my head still felt troubled and uncomfortable from all the events that had happened that day. I won. I proved myself. But still, something dawned on me, it was a whisper, a glimpse of unease, and it just wouldn't leave me alone. It wouldn't let me have the moment.

During the meeting yesterday, when he spoke about their sexual life, she assumed that he was talking about her toy. But he seemed to be speaking to them both. Maybe he didn't want her to feel terrible. The students began settling in their seats, and she knew that the professor was here. Modern literature was her favorite subject, so this could be her therapy. However, it turned out to be her trauma because the professor who walked into the class was none other than Elio!