Novel & Cerita The Sex Book

Elise’s POV I stayed exactly as he had left me, bent over the reading table, cheek against the cool wood, skirt tangled around my ankles, the open manuscript only inches from my face. Grant’s cum was already sliding down the insides of my thighs in slow, warm trails. The air in the special-collections room felt heavier now, thick with the scent of sex and old paper and the faint trace of his cologne. He stepped closer. The wet head of his cock brushed my lower lip. I opened without being told.

Aidan slowly pushes into me and I moan loudly. 'It's a good thing this room is sound proof.' Aidan chuckles down the link. We stopped talking durning sex the moment we got the link. I moan and gasp as he pounds into me. I arch my back every time he pulls out and slam into the bookshelves as he pushes back in. Our moans and panting fill the room until the sounds of books hitting the floor join us. As the first book hits the floor I cum, hard. We keep going till most of the books are on the floor.

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

, the area is only inhabited by 1% of the wealthiest people in the utopia city. Anne and I dated for only a matter of months. Anne asked me to have sex very often when we were dating, and I did it whenever she asked me to. She makes sex as a means of releasing stress. When we had sex, she always called me "daddy". I don't know why; I love it when she calls me daddy.

I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug. Kenji picks up a book and passes it over to Levi to place beside his book on the other table. Levi looks down at it and grimaces before setting it next to the ghost book. My brows rise in curiosity as I walk over to see the book. Forbidden Sex Magic stares back at me in bright red letter, the picture of a naked woman being rammed into by a centaur graces the cover. “Well that is disturbing.” I tell them, placing the book back down and putting the ghost book on top of it to hide the cover. Levi and Kenji let out loud spurts of laughter behind me as they watch my discomfort over the book.

“No one’s ever put it like that before. Not my exes. Not even my therapist.” “Most people don’t think about sex as anything more complicated than missionary versus doggy style.” He shrugged. “But you saw my nightstand. That’s just the shallow end of the pool.” “Should I start with Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked, my voice half teasing, half desperate. “No.” He laughed, a warm rumble. “That’s terrible research. If you want to learn, I’ll give you better books.” “BDSM?” “Sexuality. Behavior. Safe practices. Power dynamics. Consent.” His hand slid higher, cupping my hips, pulling me down so that his arousal pressed hard against the slick heat at my center. His face hovered inches from mine. “Kno

Except me. This past summer, my mother Anna was my sex teacher. She spent four months molding me into her greatest lover. She taught me what a woman needs in a man if he is to satisfy her completely. She taught me female anatomy. I learned about female sex-brain chemistry. She taught me how to pleasure her almost beyond her endurance, giving her mind blowing orgasm after orgasm. She'd explained that by delaying my own reward, I was giving both of us pleasure beyond compare. She'd said if I learned her lessons well, gorgeous women would be clamoring to have sex with me and the good ones, the married ones, would pass me around like a sexy pair of shoes.

Heat rushed between her legs, and she felt her pussy start to get wet. Professor Kane began the lecture right on time. His voice was steady and professional as he talked about symbolism in the assigned reading. Sara tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his hands. Those same hands that had gripped her thighs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together under the desk. The pressure only made it worse. Her clit throbbed, and fresh slickness coated her panties. Within minutes, she was soaked. The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her.