Sex Slave Books Novels & Stories

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.

“Very good. The woman at the store did a great job. - How many people? How many books have you sold? “I'll e-mail you later. Now, there's an idea I want to evaluate with you. "To Scorched Land?" - No. A different kind of book. I met a woman on the plane from Sydney and... "You want to write a sex manual," Alex teased. "That would sell like bread." hot, coming from one of the top ten sexiest bachelors in Oz. He laughed. Yep, he and Tezzie could definitely write a sex manual.

My thighs started to tremble. “Listen to how wet she is,” Jake said against me. “Dripping down my chin.” “She’s going to come like this,” Alex added, curling the fingers in my ass while his other hand kept thrusting into my pussy. “With both her holes stuffed full of fingers like a proper slut.” I could only moan in response, pushing back onto their hands. The pressure built fast and hard. Jake sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked, and that was it.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

If only he knew how wrong he was? “Why don't we fix that?” His hand trailed down my stomach, stopping at my pussy. He played with the little pubic hairs that were starting to pop out before cupping my pussy in his hand. I threw my head back as my eyes closed on their own. He slipped two fingers into my pussy, pumping them slowly inside me. “Oh, fuck yes,” I gasped, rocking against his fingers. Images of Xander's body, voice, and tattoos played in my mind, and I shamefully imagined he was the one touching me.

“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?”

Elise’s POV I stayed exactly as he had left me, bent over the reading table, cheek against the cool wood, skirt tangled around my ankles, the open manuscript only inches from my face. Grant’s cum was already sliding down the insides of my thighs in slow, warm trails. The air in the special-collections room felt heavier now, thick with the scent of sex and old paper and the faint trace of his cologne. He stepped closer. The wet head of his cock brushed my lower lip. I opened without being told.

Instead, my pussy clenched hard, another trickle of wetness sliding down my inner thigh. Victor stepped closer, towering over me. “Unfortunately for you, little girl, we have evidence of just how much of a filthy slut you really are.” He nodded over to Jax, who tapped his laptop. The massive screen on the wall flickered to life. My stomach dropped, cunt flooded, a whirlwind of emotions started brewing in my head as old videos start playing. Clips from my wild college days. Me on my knees, moaning like a whore while sucking cock. Another where I was bent over a desk, getting fucked hard from behind, begging for more.

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

Her body would crave sex like mad at precisely the moment a man was likely to turn tail and run in revulsion! She'd read all the advice in the sex manuals: ‘A truly sensual man won't be put off, etc ...’ but her own experiences didn’t match the textbook. She’d always met with shudders of distaste, and even with the protecting barrier of a condom, no man had ever wanted her enough to enter a body that was bleeding. Worse still, it was usually the macho men - like Nathan Levay ~ who’d ended up being the most squeamish. ‘Are you all right?’ His soft voice cut clean through her pessimism