Sensual Books Novels & Stories

He removed his mouth to speak to his brother. "Suck that pussy, Kill," Sin encouraged, his breath hot on my asshole. "Taste how much she wants us." Then he went to feast on my taboo hole again. I was losing my mind. The sensation of Killian's tongue in my pussy while Sin had his tongue circling the groove of my ass, plus his hands on my breasts, was too much. I felt my climax building, a tidal wave of heat rushing to my center. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" I begged.

🍆 Chapter 3 🍆 The rectory smelled of sweat, cum, and the faint trace of incense that still clung to the priests’ cassocks. Sister Maria lay sprawled on the bed, her black habit bunched around her waist like a discarded rag. Thick ropes of white seed leaked steadily from her stretched pussy and freshly-fucked asshole, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her chest heaved, nipples hard against the remnants of her torn undergarments. Father Dominic stroked his still-hard cock slowly, smearing the mixture of their cum along the veiny shaft. “Look at you, Sister. Your holy holes are gaping open, begging for more of the Lord’s blessing.”

I am Lily, a writer of the darkest, most forbidden desires. By day—or rather, in the quiet hours when the world fades—I craft tales that twist pleasure with primal fear, where innocence shatters under the weight of monstrous hunger. My fingers have never known a lover’s touch. I remain untouched, a virgin whose body stays sealed away while my mind roams the shadows of lust. Every story I pen is an escape, a secret indulgence. The words I spill onto the page are my only release.

I seriously need to stop imagining him in a sexual way, like goddamn the whole student-teacher thing was turning me on. I avert my gaze and read the title "Passions" I raise my head and look at him with amusing eyes, my lips darting into a smile, " of course a player like you reads romance" I hold up the book in front of his face, "don't tell me" I move closer to him, resting both my hands on the table, " you read these for your little friend down there" His body immediately tense up against my breath and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it. Last night he did the exact thing to me and now look who's trapped against who?

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

I felt exposed in this position yet incredibly wanted, my body responding eagerly to his every subtle thrust upward. Mr. Kane’s hands roamed my back and sides, occasionally squeezing my ass as I rode him. The sensations overwhelmed my senses, blending physical bliss with the emotional weight of crossing this line with my teacher. I arched my back, chasing the building ecstasy while my heart pounded with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

Without stopping moving inside me, he pressed my chest back until my back was flat against the surface of the desk, my hair spreading over his documents and books. From that position, he was a giant over me. He kept my thighs apart, holding them tightly, splitting me open to have the deepest access possible. Seeing him like that was devastatingly attractive. He fucked me with authority. Every push grazed my most sensitive spot, drawing out moans that I no longer bothered to hide. He leaned over me, devouring my neck with wet kisses and soft bites that made me shiver. I felt his five o'clock shadow deliciously scraping my sensitive skin, a perfect contrast to the softness of his lips.

Chapter Two – Pages of Pleasure The library’s hush deepened as evening fell, the dim lights casting a golden hue over the stacks, but the heat between us burned brighter, a secret indulgence amid the books. My body still tingled from his earlier touch, pussy wet and sensitive, my intellectual facade cracking under the thrill of his dominance. He moved with me through the aisles, his presence a constant tease, guiding me deeper into the labyrinth where no one would glance.