Wet Like I'm Book Novels & Stories

First, let me tell you something. I am so happy and flattered that you're reading my book. I know I have many mistakes, spelling or other but I am trying my best to make this special. I received messages like "Your book is like Gray's Anatomy." No it's not -.- It just has a story with doctors and Seattle. Big deal. But yes, the GA is my favorite show so yes, I did get inspired by it. I assure you, it is NOT nor WILL BE like GA. I do not copy anything.

I was still dripping wet from watching Emily fuck herself, I had thought talking with Celine would have eased things up a bit, but the more she went on, the harder I got. I sat into the bath tube spreading my legs open in the best way they could, then I shut my eyes close as I slowly rubbed on my pussy, I went slowly on it, taking in all the sensation I could get from that as I pictured Emilie wet slippery pussy, I slowly slide a finger into my whole, I really had gotten so wet I must say. I slid in the second and the third and moaned out lightly. “Ohhhh, shit!” I muttered out in pleasure as I picked up my olisbos and swiftly pushed it into my hole.

He was calling for help. Leaving me, he threw books from the bookshelf. All the book fell on me, on the woman who looked like me. She covered me like she was a mama bear. "My baby?" The woman cried and held me like I am her life. "He loves you." She said. Hearing these words disgust me. I emptied my stomach on her lap. She didn't run away. She took it and helped me to stand. We walked to the bathroom and I cleared my stomach completely.

The closer I peek at the book, the more I see the bold title. “The tighter the pussy, the greater the bliss: a dick’s way to wet land.” It has the drawing of a monster cock in front of it, curved in the shape of a banana. My body’s already hot as I reach for the book. However, the moment my hand lands on it, something like a machine chimes. It's only then that I realize this isn’t a book. It’s a panel designed as a book. My heart thumps as a distinct groan echoes in the study, startling me.

I wish it could be me but that's just impossible, right? "Students, the library will close in 20 minutes. Please tidy up your things and go home." The librarian said before leaving. "H-hajin... Time to go home..." "Hmmm?" Hajin looks up, his face slightly puffy, looking like a child. He's so cute... "The library's closing. We need to go." "Really? Sorry, I fell asleep." "It's okay." They were now walking on the way home quietly. This is the last day. I wish I could talk to him longer. He sighed. I just wish I'm talkative like Sean or as bold as Red, maybe we can get closer...

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

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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

The collar clicked around her neck, followed by a soft hum in the headset. “You smell like library pages and heat,” he whispered into her ear. “Let’s make you readable.” The vibrator beneath the seat began to pulse. The other woman watched. Lips parted. Breathing shallow. “You’ll play by my rules,” he said. “No touching yourself. No closing your legs. Let her see what I do to you with just my voice.” Camille whimpered. The vibrations intensified. Her body arched. She clutched the edges of the seat. “Read the book next to you.”

It was a hard-core p**n magazine. "Oooohh", she cooed, "I like this". She said as she grabbed the book from me and started to flip the pages. A few momemts of us sitting next to another, looking at pictures of people sucking and fucking, men fucking women, women fingering women, I could tell I was hard as hell and kept refraining from touching her ass with my hand. As she looked at each page, she moved herself back and onto my awaiting hand so I could feel her ass on my fingers. .