Sex Talk Books Novels & Stories

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

The idea of him deciding, of me not knowing until the door opened and someone new walked in… it made my stomach flip in the best way. He always talked filthy to me, and I loved him saying those bad things to me in the passion of sex. Words like “slut,” “whore,” “cum dump”…. Oh! god, they hit me harder than his hand on my ass ever could. I was getting it so good. So many orgasms…. Sometimes I lose count, my body shakes, and my voice goes hoarse from moaning.

Even though I knew it would be safer to end things now, I wanted to clutch onto any more time I could squeeze out of my relationship with Devin before he slipped out of my grasp. I had known that he would eventually leave me over my sexual limitations, but I hadn't anticipated that it would be this soon. I wasn't ready! It took me a bit to realize that he wasn't getting up. He seemed to be retrieving something from under the bed. When he returned to my side, he handed me a book. This was so far from what I had been expecting that I just fluttered my eyelashes in confusion. Devin pointed out the title, and once I was calm enough to actually comprehend what it said, I burst into giggles. The b

For years, Cynthia Cohen would have said that a perfect evening was one spent reading a book on the couch in her living room, her long red hair twisted into a bun and secured with chopsticks, her feet toasty in fuzzy slippers and her curves disguised by baggy pyjamas. But then she had met Richard, and Richard had helped her to see that an even more perfect evening included being naked and sweaty, her hands bound. On her knees. Just the thought of their nights spent together in such a fashion made Cynthia’s throat tight and her chest hot, the aching space between her thighs clenching uncomfortably. As her lover, Richard had helped her to see herself as more than the quiet bookworm she had alw

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.

“Listen… I need to tell you something. I started working at a club. I know I didn’t tell you but I needed t step up my sex game.” She then stared at me like expecting a reaction, but I gave none. “Not the kind you’re thinking. It’s private, exclusive, for people who pay to feel like they’ve got power. And for girls who wanna take some of that power back.” I frowned, not really understanding, my head still too heavy from crying. “Cassie…” She squeezed my hand tighter. “You’ve been ripped apart. You need something that gives you back control. Something that makes you feel like you’re not just his leftovers. Maybe that’s what you need, Leo. To reclaim yourself.”

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.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

“Turning therapy into foreplay?” I smiled sweetly. “If the shoe fits.” There was a pause. Thick. Tense. “You’ve had how many partners in the last year?” he asked suddenly. I shrugged. “I stopped counting after thirty.” “Men or women?” “Mostly men. But a few women, yeah.” “And did any of them make you feel… satisfied?” I opened my mouth, then shut it. Because the answer was too ugly to say out loud. Instead, I looked away. “Satisfied enough.”

but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought. "So this is the section." My eyes widened when I saw a book. “What kind of book is this?” I almost let out a curse when I saw the cover of one book in that section. On the cover there was two men almost hugging each other only wearing their underwears. “Secret to longer homosexual relationships, Male edition,” I read the title out loud. I can't believe with my two eyes that there was a section like this in a bookstore. Am I that innocent to know about what is this?