Novelas y relatos de Sensual Reading

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.

Tall and elegant, she had a refined air about her, whilst the lush curves of her body and the soft fullness of her mouth said clearly that hers was the kind of sensual nature he most enjoyed in a woman. She would display a sensuality that came straight from the most erotic pages of the Kama Sutra, enticing any man who became her lover into pleasuring her until she cried out against the intensity of that pleasure. He could see her now, her dark hair spread out against the pillows, her eyes luminous with arousal, the lips of her sex curving softly and moistly, waiting to open to his touch like the petals of a lily open to the heat of the sun, exposing the pulsing heart of their being, giving t

She was still sensitive, still tentative, but her responses grew more pronounced, her breaths quicker, as I touched and caressed her most intimate parts. Selena's legs began to part, and she lifted her hips slightly, urging me closer. I kissed her again, my tongue mimicking the movements of my hand, feeling her melt into me. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady mix of desire and need that made me want to devour her whole.

The one she had written in the boot What did she writ Why does my chest tighten like thi I glance toward the glass doors where Holly and Ella just stepped out into the sno Then back down at the envelop And against every logical part of me, against every instinct screaming at me to walk away, I break the sea And slowly, carefully…I begin to rea The moment my eyes hit the first sensual lin I want him. The man I should never want my entire body goes rigid As I read further—every erotic detail, every sinful desire, every description of what she wants me to do to her ... .my jaw clenches harder, breath roughens, pupils dilat

Silence. When I risked a peek up at him, the apathy remained in the depth of his blues. But even then, he was still irresistible. My tongue flicked out and wet my lips, libido awakened by the sensuality he oozed. Hot. All of a sudden I was inexplicably hot. Because of the confinement of the vehicle, maybe—even though the air conditioner was on full blast? Josh's lids lowered, eyes darkening, emotion dancing in his optics now. That emotion called lust.

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?

Mira read the words aloud, voice low and shaking. Each sentence made her wetter. Made her thighs shift beneath the sheets. Her voice caught on the words “please take me even if I’m crying” and “I want to be ruined and rebuilt with your hands.” Her breath stuttered as she reached between her legs, already soaked, fingers sliding easily over her clit. She moaned, eyes fluttering shut, fingers circling faster. Her body rocked with the memory of him. His smell. His grip. His weight. Her voice grew louder as she neared climax, reading the final line out loud—

The room seemed to ignite with an erotic energy, a sacred fire that consumed us both. Sensual whispers and soft moans mingled in the air, punctuating our intimate dance. Each touch, each caress, ignited a burning desire that surged through our veins. The intensity of the moment was palpable, a crescendo of passion that left us breathless and yearning for more. Time lost its grip as we indulged in the ecstasy of our connection, exploring the depths of our desires with unabashed abandon. The boundaries of pleasure blurred, merging our bodies and souls in a dance of unbridled passion.