Novel & Cerita The Sex Book

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

“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?”

Took me a long time to complete this one and I am very grateful to some of you who waited this long, those who commented and even drop vote, I can’t thank you all enough. As usual, I always like to update a book immediately after finishing one. But funnily enough, I already started one before this one ended. This book is a bit different from my style. It’s not the usual, billionaire, werewolf, single mom, rich kids and all. Drum rolling! Doooooooo! Dooooooo! It is a “SMUT BOOK.” I mean...Sex Book! You probably didn’t expect that right? Yeah but I am just trying to work out something new and fun for my readers. And I am hoping to do a great job on this one again. The title is—Dangerous Addict

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

"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

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.

“Jesus Christ, baby. I can picture them perfectly, those gorgeous tits bouncing while you touch yourself. I’m stripping too. Pants are coming off… boxers down. My cock is standing straight up for you, thick and leaking. God, it’s so fucking heavy in my hand.” I could hear the rustle of fabric, then the unmistakable wet sound of his fist sliding over his shaft again, slower this time, savoring it. The image made my mouth water. I pushed my soaked black lace panties down my thighs and kicked them off, spreading my legs wide on the bed. My pussy was glistening, swollen, and dripping onto the sheets.

I couldn’t stop shaking, my fingers hovered over the page, frozen in place even though my journal was still open on the bed, Lane’s voice from our last session echoed in my head, telling me to push through the urges, but it was impossible to hear him without remembering the warmth of his hand on my back… the weight of his gaze. The challenge had been simple, thirty days without sex, I’d barely made it past four.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.