Sensual Novels Novels & Stories

The alpha tried to kiss me. I pushed him away. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did you realize who that was?” He could care less. He attempted to kiss my neck. “Who cares?” I stepped away from him. “Who cares? What cares? That’s the frigging Senator.” “So? Aren’t you the mayor? It’s not like you are committing a crime. I’m an alpha and you’re an omega. This is consensual.”

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

"Jannis, you're so incredibly sensual to me... You desired this, I could tell. His voice cracks with want, and he presses down harder on her hips as he rekindles their passion. With every stroke, she feels waves of pleasure wash over her trembling body. Excuse me, ma'am. Listen to you call out my name. His desire is intensified as he presses forward, driven by the anticipation of her cries during the climax.

Pleasure flooded her insides, making her more wet. She screamed when he sucked her nipple, throwing her head backwards as she bounced back and forth. Alessandro cupped her ass, raising it up a she rose. He spanked her ass, earning a deep moan. The odor of sex and sweat filled the air as Isabelle’s voice rang out while Alessandro groaned and breathed faster. The sound that erupted out of her mouth drove him to the edge and he groaned as he came close to his orgasm, his dick pulsed and twitched, growing bigger and she rocked it faster.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

In a firm seductive voice “ tell me what you want daddy to do to you “ Then he stepped closer until he stood directly between my legs. My breathing immediately became uneven. God. The size of him. The warmth from his body. The smell of his cologne mixed with whiskey. Everything about him overwhelmed my senses. Sebastian slowly lifted one hand toward my face. His fingers brushed gently along my cheek before sliding into my hair. The touch felt surprisingly soft for a man like him. “I am waiting princess,” he murmured. I looked into his eyes. Dark. Intense. But careful. Stephen never looked at me like this. Never touched me like this. Never made me feel desired and protected at the same time.

He lowered his head and closed his warm mouth over my hardened nipple, flicking his tongue around it. "Hmm..." I couldn't help it. "You've had four glasses of red wine tonight," he started, his voice reverberating through my body. His fingers walked slowly up my inner thigh. "Red wine. A known aphrodisiac." He then trailed his fingers around the edges of my panties, making me squirm. "You've been wet and wanting since you felt my erection. Maybe even before that." Next, his fingers were inside my panties finding me already wet. His finger scarcely brushed against my bud and I mewled.

The sensation sent ripples of pleasure coursing through my body, and I found myself leaning into his touch, unable to resist the overwhelming desire he ignited within me. He switched between the two, his hunger obvious as he suckled on them greedily, taking turns between tender bites and fervent kisses. His other hand joined in, teasing and pinching, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Despite my attempts to free my hands from his firm grasp, his hold remained potent, leaving me powerless against his pleasurable touch.