Sex Scenes In Books Novels & Stories

CONTENT: MILFS, Big Breasts, Big Cock, Big Balls, Kissing, Pussy licking, Fingering, Finger Fucking, Face Riding, Doggystyle, Missionary Position, Dick Sucking, Ass Licking, Threesome, Girl on Girl, Foursome,69, Dick Riding. CHAPTER 1

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

I felt impossibly stuffed, every nerve ending screaming with dark pleasure. They began to move. Damien thrust up into my pussy while Lucas drove into my ass from behind. The rhythm built into something punishing. My body rocked between them, breasts bouncing, skin slapping loudly against skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. The air grew thick with the scent of sex : musk, arousal, and raw lust. I could hear my own broken moans mixing with their low groans. Every thrust sent jolts through me. The friction was exquisite. Overwhelming.

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

I approached her, and she was getting scared. "What's wrong, I dont say anything," she said. Her voice trembled, but suddenly I felt a passion when I saw her frightened face. Strange sexual arousal because it is mixed with anger besides lust. Is it a sexual disorder when you get excited when you see your wife scared? I don't know, but the passion is so urgent to vent. I approached Nadya and pulled her towards me, she was getting scared, and I was getting excited. Maybe it's a sexual disorder, which I just had. And this is the worst part, I slapped Nadya until she fell to the floor. It was the first time I raised my hand to her, and the excitement peaked again when I saw her fall on the floor

I asked out of sheer curiosity. “It's an erotic one I found in my library, you wouldn’t believe how easily the male characters in this book find a woman’s clitoris during sex. I struggle with that most of the time and only know when I’ve hit the spot when I see her facial expression.” He replied and closed the book. “Why are you so tensed?”

The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache. I settled on the floor behind a dusty shelf, a flashlight on my phone, and opened the book. The words painted vivid pictures — hands sliding under skirts, mouths claiming skin, bodies pressed together in hidden corners. My breathing grew shallow. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore the growing heat between them. “What are you reading, Miss Vale?”

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.

This made her hazel eyes darken with need. “Spread those beautiful legs for me,” he said thickly. That voice… it sounded so damn familiar to her that she stared at him for a moment before doing as he asked. He sucked on two of his fingers sensually before lying in front of her. He rubbed her clit and she shivered, biting her lip in excitement. “You like that, huh?” he asked. “Yes,” she gasped. “Good girl.” She was so wet that soon, her juices began to slide down, wetting the bed beneath her. He moved his nose to her pussy and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfactory grunt at the intoxicating scent. He stuck out his tongue and took a slow, long lick.

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.