Novel & Cerita Sex Excerpts From Books

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.

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Her lips were parted, her expression one of overwhelmed ecstasy. "Open your eyes, Mia!" I demanded, my rhythm never faltering. Finally, her head lolled forward, her sweat-slicked forehead pressing against mine. Her breath hitched. "I can't. It feels so good! Oh, Mr Hale, your cock feels so good in my pussy." Her lips found my forehead, planting a soft, almost reverent kiss there. The unexpected tenderness of the gesture amidst the raw, animalistic fucking sent a shocking, almost painful wave of feeling straight to my core.

He cleared his throat, stepping up to grab the box effortlessly, muscles flexing under his shirt sleeves. "Lead on, love." His free hand steadied my elbow, thumb stroking the inside—soft, callused skin sending tingles straight to my clit. Up the stairs we went, his heavy boots thudding beside my bare feet on the carpet. My room door swung open to chaos: clothes spilling from cases, books toppled, my pink vibrator half-buried under a jumper like a guilty secret.

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Kade calls from across the library. "Nothing in particular." But I reach for another romance, one with a black and gold spine and a more risque title. The sight of the cover lifts the hair on the back of my neck and causes heat to billow down my spine. "There are illegal books in here." "Illegal?" "Explicit sex…" I clarify. "Erotica."

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.

She was sitting at the counter pretending to sip coffee when Aria leaned down to grab something from the cabinet, her hand sneaking under the table to brush up Lena’s bare thigh. Lena nearly choked on her coffee. "Jesus," she hissed under her breath. Aria just shot her a wicked little smile and stood up like nothing happened. Evan didn’t notice a thing. Too busy arguing with the toaster. Lena’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. Heat pooled between her legs all over again. She was going to lose her damn mind. And she loved it. Their secret, delicious and dangerous, humming between them like a live wire. Every glance. Every accidental touch. Their little secret. And Lena couldn’t wait to bre

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h