Sexologist Book Novels & Stories

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

Then the Rules. The "rules" she lays out? Genius. She’s framing it like a shared secret, a conspiracy against the boring husband. It makes Leo feel like a partner, not just a piece of meat. But the 9 PM call? Fucking her on Evan’s bed while he’s on the phone? That’s when the game shifts. That’s when you realize, as a guy, that this isn’t about getting off for her. It’s about weaponizing sex. The garage key isn’t a gift. It’s a collar. And giving her a screaming orgasm while she lies to her husband? That’s the first hit of a drug you can’t come back from. Leo’s not just fucking her anymore; he’s performing. And his audience is a ghost on the phone.

He lowers himself, covering me completely. His body is hot, heavy, solid, his skin slick with sweat, the musky scent of him filling my nose in a way that makes me feel small and safe and utterly claimed all at once. The blunt head of his cock, bare now, no latex and nudges my soaked entrance. The air is thick with the scent of our arousal, musky and intoxicating. I'm so wet I can hear the slick sound when he presses forward, just enough to part me.

I could see the delicate ink lines of leaves and petals while Professor Grant Hale fucked me with slow, punishing precision over the very table where I had spent years handling irreplaceable paper with gloved hands. He kept the pace deliberate. Almost all the way out, then a long, thick slide home that forced the air from my lungs. The wet sound of it was obscene in the quiet special-collections room. My thighs trembled. The blotter beneath my stomach was already dark with the evidence of how hard I had come against his mouth. Now fresh slick gathered with every stroke, making the drag of his cock even smoother, even deeper. “You take me so well when you’re quiet,” he murmured, voice still l

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

He couldn't form a coherent sentence, his head tossing back against the sofa as his body shuddered from the sheer pleasure I was giving him. His cock throbbed, getting hotter and thicker as he reached his breaking point. “Ciara…fuck…haaa!” Just as he erupted, I pulled back, grabbing his shaft and pointing it directly at my chest. The hot, thick streams of semen splattered heavily across my bare breasts and slightly across my chin. He sighed in absolute, crushing relief. “Ciara, academics is clearly just a convenient hiding place for all this slutty behavior.” He reached down between my knees, his fingers easily found my pussy, which was completely soaked and devastated.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

Tristan decided to play along with Oliver’s embarrassment theory, because he could not risk Oliver finding out that he was not embarrassed, he was panicked because for a second his body hadn’t registered that there was no need to be panicked because no one knew that Roth Dimitri was the sex doctor. Roth’s voice played in the background as Oliver entered the living room again, “Does your partner enjoy when you get a bit bossy in bed? Tell them what you are about to do to them, and have them repeat what you say. Whisper ‘I’m going to lick your right nipple now, and then bite it softly. Ask them 'What am I going to do?’ and have them repeat it back to you. This is also a great way to get into t

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through

"Now, control is in my hands. Because you have ruined my fun time. You should replace it with your body." "Ah yeah, didn't you come to sell your body to me?" Alexander mocked as he walked closer to Cassandra. The man confidently showed off his naked body. Cassandra felt disgusted; she was disgusted to see Alexander's manhood hanging freely without a cover. 'Damn it, this crazy man has gone too far.' "Take off your clothes and quickly get into bed. I want to know how sexy your body is." Alexander stared lecherously at Cassandra while pointing his gun. "Um, I forgot. You come from a small town where the majority of people still adhere to norms. And I heard that your beloved boyfriend is also a