روايات وقصص ضمن Tantra Books In English

I squeezed my eyes shut. The ache between my thighs was unbearable now, a swollen pulse of desire that refused to be ignored. The water, the breathing exercises, trying to focus on work—nothing had quenched the fire. Just the closeness of masculine energy, the hint of his body heat and scent... My nipples tightened further, straining against the lace of my bra. I whimpered softly in frustration as another wave of arousal rolled through me, leaving me dizzy. Heart hammering, I pushed my chair back a little and tentatively slid a hand down over my skirt. With trembling fingers, I tugged my skirt up.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

I was admiring the room and tending to my headache when I realized that my apartment was not as beautiful as this was. Turning to my side I saw a broad figure under the duvet only to see ‘ the most powerful man on earth’ by myself. I closed my mouth to avoid screaming and immediately I became conscious of what was happening. I immediately packed all my stuff, wrote an apology letter and snuck out without a noise.

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

She was floating, weightless, still held securely by the arms behind her back and the hands between her thighs. "How do you know such things?" She asked trembling. "Gemma collects books on methods of making love. One of her favorites is a handwritten translation of the Tang dynasty. A guide for men to increase stamina through accumulation. my pleasure for as long as possible." His fingers pulled away, and he stroked the flesh inside her thighs with butterfly-like lightness. "And it makes mandatory provisions for the benefit of health...to increase bone strength...improve blood quality...ensure longevity." "Tell me a little bit," Torcia said, swallowing hard as his hand cupped over her, the b