Sexologist Book Novels & Stories

I hear Adrian’s breathing speed up a little, and something hards pushes into the small of my back. Miss Loretta never educated us about sex, but once, I snuck into the library and found a book about it. It was nothing sexy, everything in the book was purely biological, but the graphic drawings of a hard penis inside a vagina made me so sick with guilt that I threw the book down and ran from the library. At the time, it scared me. I remember thinking, 'It has to hurt. There's no way something like that feels good.' But now, that's all I can think about. It's all I want.

“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?”

She felt the dampness soak through her underwear, a shocking betrayal of her own control. Leo's palm cupped her ass, squeezing hard through the wool of her skirt. "I knew it," he growled. "The moment I saw you, I knew you had this in you. A woman who writes about the lusts of monks... You must dream about being fucked like a sin." Evelyn's head fell back against the concrete. "Fuck you." "Yes," Leo agreed, his fingers finding the hem of her skirt and pushing it up. "That's the idea."

he says. "Umm. Sure. Umm. Hi. Leo, I—" He closes the door behind him. Firm. He Locks it. He steps towards me one after the other as if deliberately counting it. Like he wants me to melt from the growing heat. "Don't lie to me," he finally says "I know what happened. I could smell it the second I walked in." "Smell umm what?" "Sex Celine. Fucking sex." His voice is flat. "I know my brother.and I know you. I've known since the first time I saw you look at him."

He worked me open with dirty, precise strokes, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit until my thighs started to tremble. “Daniel—please—” “Please what?” He pulled his fingers out, shiny in the low light, and shoved the waistband of his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the head already flushed and wet. It looked even bigger up close, the kind of cock that would stretch me until it hurt in the best way. Veined. Long enough that I knew it would hit places no one else ever had. He wrapped a fist around it and dragged the head through my folds, coating himself in me. “You want this?”

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

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Calm voice, sharp edge. I didn't answer. Explaining was pointless. He headed for the door. "Follow me." I trailed him, careful to keep space between us. He stopped at the guest bath, opened a hidden cabinet. "You left it here." The doors swung open and my face went hot. Past a couple bottles of skincare, the rest was... humiliating. Vibrators in every shade, whips, cuffs, lube, and a stack of graphic books—Conquest of Desire, The Ultimate Guide to Pleasure, 365 Sex Positions, The Hidden Arts of Intimacy.

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?

I sputtered and goggled at her. “If Grandmawas here, she’d probably tell me to get do an in interview with her and publish it in the paper. Besides, I haven’t even had sex. How could I write about it? How does sex pertain to anything that would be relevant in the university paper?” “She’s right,” Cheryl nodded too, her eyes taking on the same faraway look. “You could bill it as part of sex education, or isn’t there a class on human sexuality in one of the departments? Psychology or something?”