Sensual Books Novels & Stories

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

Thank God, neither of them was a supreme. I stopped breathing when Lucian dragged my chair around to face him. He stooped in front me, and the world disappeared. His black limbal ring rotated around gold irises. The alpha rested his hand on my thighs. I gritted my teeth. He placed his head on his hand and cocked his head to the side. My mouth went dry at the seductive look he wore. It had to be a sin for one man to be this attractive. Curse the heavens for descending this man upon us. Sweet Amber pheromones cocooned us. His tongue parted his kissable lips. Time slowed. He wetted those lips with saliva. They glistened. The room grew hot. I wanted to move but my body refused to do so.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

"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 pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy. I was so fucking wet, and I loved it. I pulled my fingers out and tasted my wetness. It was delicious. I slowly sucked on my fingers like a slut. God, I needed to punish myself. I flung the book away as I used my other hand to grope my tits. I pulled down my panties and thrust two fingers into my pussy. "Fuck!" I let out a moan. I brought my other hand down to my clit and stroked it as I fingered myself.

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

Sensual. Erotic. Maddening. The sensations were too much, too overwhelming. Patricia felt herself unraveling, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind, leaving only the primal need for him, for this. She was on the brink, teetering on the edge of madness, ready to plunge into the abyss of pleasure that awaited her. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. All that existed was Alvin, his mouth, his touch, and the burning need that consumed them both.

My body betrays me and lets him in. I'm tasting him. It's delicious. That's the word I can use to describe his mouth. It's like we're both struggling to devour the other faster. Then I win, I think. I lower my back to the ground, knees on the floor and undo the rest of his belt. This will be great for Never Have I Ever. I'm sure by now my conscience is dead since it doesn't bother reminding me how wrong this is. I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head.

I find myself overthinking, the sound of the door opening and footsteps getting closer. I stay still, feeling the woman climb on the bed, my hands stroking along her skin, it isn't Alena or Anaya, I can tell, there are no scars. I feel her mouth pressing against my body, as she moves down, her lips teasing my cock. She moves, her body straddling mine as my cock pushes inside her sex. Her hips move slowly as I feel myself losing control. Ready to pull the blindfold off and take control. My hand moves around her body, pulling her to me as my hips begin moving, my body rolling over onto hers.

It was a perfectly executed erotic romping…almost as if the two wolves were dancing the tango. The magnificent alpha and his beautiful mate rolled around with grace and sensuality, licking and lightly biting each other in a sexy hypnotic way that was intimate and absolutely seductive. The passion and intense desire that burned in their every move was just beautiful to watch. The alpha and his mate would briefly stop rolling around and just stare deeply into each other’s eyes with such blatant desire it felt as if they were having a steamy foreplay to crazy sex. Then they would get back to their romping.