Sexologist Book Novels & Stories

My heart was pounding, a mix of anger and something sharper, jealousy, maybe that I didn’t want to name. Adrian just smiled, unfazed. He didn’t flinch at my sudden outburst instead, he slowly sat down, grabbed the cup of coffee, and took a slow sip, savoring it while his eyes stayed locked on mine. "Relax, Ethan. I don’t know why you’re getting all worked up. Anyway it would be pointless explaining it to you, but I’ll try my best to say it in words that you might be able to understand. Well, in case you don’t know, I have a master’s degree in psychology and what better way to put that into use if not by diving deeper? So, you know what I did? I ended up becoming a sexologist. Now, you may be

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.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

“You just did.” He flushed. “Right. Sorry.” His nervous energy delighted me. “Go on.” “I signed up for this workshop because… I wanted to understand women better. Sexually.” He looked at his shoes. “I’ve never really… pleased anyone. Not truly. And I thought maybe learning how to write it might help me… feel it.” I stepped closer, letting silence stretch between us. He didn’t meet my eyes. “Why do you think you haven’t pleased a woman before?” I asked.

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

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.

Giggle light, but thighs clenched, fresh slick mixing with water droplets trailing inner thighs. He prowled closer, hips rolling predatory, cock thickening visibly—swelling to full attention now, tenting the boxers obscene. Outline clear: veiny shaft curving up, fat head nudging waistband. Stopped inches away, towering, heat radiating like a furnace. "What're you doing down here in that?" Eyes raked me—tits heaving with each breath, water beading on cleavage, pussy cameltoe blatant. Inhaled deep; his scent flooded me—sleep-warm skin, faint cum residue maybe from a pre-bed wank, that primal cock musk sharpening my senses.

************** Burning Sex1 The loud grunts from a man in the thrall of unbridled passion echoed through the darkness. I lay face down on the bed with my ass in the air and the huge mountain of a man relentlessly pounding his thick cock into me. Slap, slap, slap. our flesh merged in an almost violent frenzy of lust. my face was contorted and sweaty as this heated exchange of pent-up desire released the fury of a raging fire I had long thought lost. I was about to climax again. No man had taken me to this realm of sexual delight before. No man could vanquish this need and fulfill the darkened desires I craved. Until I met HIM.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.