Novel & Cerita Sex Excerpts From Books

“Depression… and a very unhealthy coping mechanism.” “Which is?” “Sex?” Oh! “How long?” It was none of my business but I don't know… she seemed interesting. “About eight months.” I was about to ask why but she beat me to it. Either she could read my mind through these wooden walls, or she was just a chronic oversharer. Was it contagious?

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

I asked, suddenly feeling entirely exposed under her stare. “Too much?” Amy grabbed my shoulders and whirled me toward the three-way mirror. “Look at yourself! You look insanely sexy, Nova. You look like a fantasy.” A fantasy. The word struck a chord deep in my belly, bringing back the exact heat of the shower water, the slick friction of my own fingers, and the memory of Finn and Kelly tearing me apart. I imagined them seeing me in this. I imagined Finn ripping this crimson fabric open, or Kelly bunching it up around my waist to look at my wet pussy.

I took a big drink. "It gets very adult from here on." Molly leaned over and whispered in my ear. "A real-life version of My Best Friend's Dad?" Referring to the sex/romance book we were both reading. She leaned back. I turned and put my mouth next to her ear. "Wetter, harder, and true." I felt her quiver. I leaned back and looked at her. She was already opening and closing her legs. "Please. I'm dying to hear."

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

Something so primal, that I had to squeeze my hands shut, and clench my jaws. She put down her shirt and turned back to the book. “The romans were very emphatic about sex, it seems,” she traced the text as she read. I followed her hands. In latin, it read, ‘The woman and the man, in rabid lust, intwine their legs…and their parts, and in the exchange of pleasure, leave a part of themselves in each other.’ “Sounds fun,” I scoffed. “Yeah,” Raquelle breathed. “There’s even the description and everything,” she flipped the page, and revealed to us were vivid drawings of every perceivable position to exchange coitus, and what each position was likely to transfer.

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.