Sensual Reads Novels & Stories

They are, yet they often drive him wild. “No, words are powerful, more powerful than you know. While sex involves the body, the best sex always involves the mind.” I have to agree that the mind is powerful, and when he is teasing me by using just my sense of sight, the tension and pleasure are fantastic. He can push me to my limit with mind games so quickly. “Okay, yes, your right. Words can be good, Sir.” I smile, biting down on my lip, slowly pulling it out from between my teeth.

I asked, nevertheless. “Sex. Rough, hot, and passionate sex.” He smirked, danger dancing in her eyes.

He even heard him moan in pain because the full weight of his body fell on top of him. Alexander felt a bolt of electricity run through his veins that startled him. It was the first time that he instantly felt hot. He felt drunk again; he was not in his right mind. But this was different than his really drunken state. He never felt a desire this intense for anyone else—not even for a woman. He was bisexual, but only when he was too drunk on alcohol could he do things that he couldn’t do when he was in his right mind. “Darn, let me go, Alex!”

She looked so sexy like that. Donna could feel her climax approaching, like Kim it wasn't going to be a great one but it would be a good one as Colin's plunging prick rode slickly in and out. It felt good and she suddenly had a thought about what it would be like with Dan's hot prick plunging into her. That thought made her even wetter and she started pushing her ass up to Colin's hot invader. Colin thinking he was really turning her on started fucking hard bringing his dick almost all the way out and slamming his hips forward. He could feel the tingles starting in his swinging balls.

She admired how the fabric clung to her curves, accentuating every contour and enticing the senses. Gloria, in her world, was a goddess of seduction and a woman who took great delight in her sensuality. She knew she was a force to be reckoned with, armed with her allure and the power of her sensuality. "Oh, Lawrence, "you won't believe how this red lingerie makes me feel. It's like a flame burning inside me, igniting my innermost desires. The fabric is incredibly smooth and soft against my skin, and the way it perfectly fits me and accentuates my breasts is simply irresistible. I can feel the heat radiating off my body, and the deep red hue only intensifies my hunger for more. I'm ready for

He was really going to make me his in this salon that at any moment a stranger could walk in and catch us in our act of pleasure. A danger that only makes it more interesting and if I had any doubts about whether or not I should expose myself in this way, it was overcome by Adam's caresses as he approached. As she kissed my neck, certainly delighting in my perfume, I felt her body adjusting to mine. “I have desired you so much Chloé…”,he confesses over and over again next to my ear, his hands touching my skin with gusto, making me feel truly desired like treasure in the hands of a pirate.

Well, my tits have always been sensitive, he won’t be able to resist me anymore with this. “Selena…please stop” He pleaded as I found my lips wrapping around the buds, making me cower. “I…feel weird” He let out before I reached down and cupped his centre. “You mean you feel good” I chuckled softly as I continue to tease him a little more. Is it alright to do this? I’m letting out so much pheromone so he couldn’t resist, I want him…now. “Selena!” He was a mess, the lewd expression he was making in my body, his flushed skin and trembling hands was driving me insane, before he knows it, he was jacking up his waist for more.

Sienna's POV Craving my best friend’s father was a line my thoughts should never have crossed. And yet, the way his touch unraveled me made it impossible to think clearly. Every slow, knowing movement sent pleasure curling deep inside me, stealing my breath and leaving my body aching for more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so undone, so exquisitely aware of every nerve. When his fingers withdrew from my entrance, it didn’t leave me empty for long. He traced lazy, teasing circles around my clit, lingering just enough to make the sensitivity almost unbearable before sliding back in.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

But worst of all of that was that I had asked him for it. The morning after is always exciting in the secret erotic novels I normally read in my E-reader. The books make it sound like an instant magical transformation. They never write about the sticky heavy reality. The way your skin feels hypersensitive to rough cabin sheets. The lingering scent of sex and ocean salt coating the entire room.