Novel & Cerita Sexual Books

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h

Chapter 22 “The Library” POV Ayesha. I wonder to the library and find some books on sex. It talks about the different sexual organs males and females have and explains how sex works and the different sexual positions. I get hot and bothered by the pictures and freak out at the same time.

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that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

He hadn’t spoken to Douglas in years, but that hadn’t seemed to bother his old friend. They’d talked for quite some time about Rowena and her situation. Douglas had convinced him to trust that she knew what she needed and had recommended ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’ a book that encourages women recovering from sexual abuse to live a normal sexual life again and teaches them how to say ‘yes’ to their own sexual desires and on their own terms. He’d bought it immediately and had been racing through it, trying to nail down a game plan before contacting Rowena. There was no doubt… He’d be consulting it frequently and he wasn’t even halfway through.

************ Mature Content Ahead (bxb) Deep moans and groans of painful pleasure, as well as slaps of raw flesh, could be heard in a dim cold room that evening. A gorgeously built man hovered over the beautiful pale skinned moaning man, his alluring thin lips sporting an arousing seductive smile as he thrust his enormous hardness into the man beneath him with an unstoppable force. He threw his head back and closed his eyes while trying his best to breathe steadily. His long white purple hair was strewn across his powerfully muscled back, with a few strands sleeping on his forehead thanks to sweat glistening on his head and body as he thrust with vigour into the other man.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

Hot and thick come flooded my pussy marking me from the inside. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deliberate, like he wanted every drop to stay where it belonged. I loved it. The way he fucked me senseless, like he’d been starving for me as long as I’d fantasized about him. We stayed locked together for some moments, breathing ragged with the smell of sex and old books hanging in the air. My body felt deliciously used and sore in the best way. Dr. Marcus finally pulled out, cum leaking from my inner thighs.

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

“I’d lock myself in my room… three fingers, pretending it was a man from the congregation. I’d come whispering ‘forgive me’ while I spilled all over my bible.” Seong laughed darkly and folded Ren in half, knees to his shoulders, pounding even deeper. The new angle let him grind directly into Ren’s prostate with every stroke. Wet, filthy sounds filled the basement—skin slapping skin, the squelch of leftover cum from last night mixing with fresh slick. “You’re clenching so greedily around me,” Seong taunted, sweat glistening on his perfect chest. “Your hole is sucking me in like it knows it belongs to a demon now. Say it. Say ‘My cunt belongs to the devil.’”