Sex And The City Novel Novels & Stories

“Are you insane?” “What if I told you I am insane—because of you?” He glanced at me for a second as the car stopped at a red light. “What can I say? You left me hanging—I was so close to climax.” My eyes widened at his words. We hadn’t said a word about what happened last night. I thought he understood there was no need to bring it up again. The light changed, and Max drove forward, merging into the bustling morning traffic of New York. I started counting every skyscraper we passed just to keep my mind off how badly I wanted to get out of this damn car.

The glow from the TV flickered across our faces, and for a moment, the room felt quieter than it should’ve been. On-screen, the female lead, some daring, wild-eyed Parisian girl, curled her fingers between her thighs with a gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as she sank into the sheets. It wasn’t graphic, but it was intimate, raw in a way that made the air in Kai’s room feel thicker.

But I tore my attention away and checked the next on the pile. Primogentius; The creation, was slightly thicker with a picture of what I assumed was the original Primogentius and again I found myself eager to open the book and start reading. Primogentius; Requirements of a secret city apparently detailed all of the work that was required to keep the city running, the thick book was a lot less enticing, but I expected that it would answer a lot of my questions.

"Imagine if a postman, or a food delivery man or whoever comes, then sees your body like that. They will not stand." "Can't stand why?" "You're very sexy if like that. I mean, your body is open. Men will be very excited. And I don't want anything to happen to you." "I know I was wrong. Forgive me" "Hmmm, this. I want to deliver this." Daren handed me a book. "Oh my God, this is a limited series novel," I said enthusiastically, taking the novel. "You read it first, then tell me." "You mean you haven't read it?"

Back to work. It becomes pattern. Every promotion, a session. I climb fast. Office whispers. But I don't care. The sex gets better. She adds toys. Plugs in my ass during day. Vibrate meetings. I squirm. Cum in pants once. She cleans me in bathroom. Sucks my cock dry. One night, overtime. Her office. She bends me over window. City lights below. Dildo slams in. Hard pegging. My cum shoots on glass. Streaks down. She licks it off later. Kisses me. Shares the taste.

I pestered my wife for the hundredth time as we lay in bed. "Don't be selfish," she giggled while pulling my hand to her breast. "More?" I asked. "Yeah..." she answered. We had finished making love just a few minutes ago, but Rachel wanted to start anew. Something had come back with us from the city all those weeks ago as now we were having sex much more frequently. We didn't talk about it, electing to just enjoy the experience, but the encounters clearly played a role in our sexual psyche. I had elected to give her my complete trust and hadn't probed about any communication she had with those in the city, although I suspected it occurred. In any event, there had been no visits to the condo

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he