Novel & Cerita The Sex Book

It wasn’t burning, rather each letters reappears on the paper. She found it enticing so she didn’t take it off until the letters has completely surfaced. “So, what do we have here?” To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

Every woman I had ever tried to be with ended up crying in pain, passing out before I could even get halfway inside, or bleeding so badly I had to call private doctors to patch them up. My own body felt like a heavy curse. I'm forty-three years old, extremely wealthy, and feared by everyone in the city, yet I couldn't even have normal, simple sex. The furthest any woman could ever go was using her mouth, and even then, most of them choked, gagged, or gave up after just a few minutes because my dick was just too thick for their throats. Things got so bad that women almost died on me.

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.

Even though I knew it would be safer to end things now, I wanted to clutch onto any more time I could squeeze out of my relationship with Devin before he slipped out of my grasp. I had known that he would eventually leave me over my sexual limitations, but I hadn't anticipated that it would be this soon. I wasn't ready! It took me a bit to realize that he wasn't getting up. He seemed to be retrieving something from under the bed. When he returned to my side, he handed me a book. This was so far from what I had been expecting that I just fluttered my eyelashes in confusion. Devin pointed out the title, and once I was calm enough to actually comprehend what it said, I burst into giggles. The b

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

“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. Shit. “Alex?” He shook his head and tried to clear the fog. Was she multi-orgasmic?

I call out, twisting to face each edge of darkness. "Cheated? I wasn't made aware of the rules of your game." He curses. "You look so sexy." I swallow hard as the skin behind my ears pulls tight. I press my thighs together and take a minute step back, moving toward the bookcase. I'm hyper-aware of my nakedness, of the warm, bright light showcasing every inch of me. My nipples ache, and my breasts grow heavy. "Are you going to tell me what you read in your illegal sex book?"

I think it made her feel worldly, to know about sex. The thing is, I do know about sex. I sell sex for a living - the promise of it, anyway. And I've learned a lot about what men want and like. I know how to play the game. But growing up a bit of a "daddy's girl," I guess I've absorbed the idea that I am special, that being with me is special. That seems kind of ironic now. When we get to Samantha's house, I go in for a while to hang out before going home.

Nicholas’ POV She got up, gathering her things with a new purpose. I followed, confused, as she led me deep into the stacks, to the medical and biological reference section. We were completely alone back here, surrounded by towering shelves smelling of old paper. She found it: Gray's Anatomy of the Human Body. She pulled the massive volume from the shelf, her fingers quickly flipping through the glossy pages until she found it. Full-color, detailed anatomical plates of the female reproductive system. She propped the open book on a middle shelf, at eye level.

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through