Erotic Moment with Servant: A Hot Lesbian Novel

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Then I started to stare at the servant’s navel, boobs, etc. and she used to notice that many times. I had seen her bra and blouse along with the saree put for drying after washing. And many times, I used to smell her blouse and bra to get her smell. But she used to wash with lots of soap and never could smell her sweat.

I left that thing and went to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. I brushed and started reading the newspaper. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and I ran towards the door, opened it. It was Swati and Shivani.She nervously approached the bed and saw that he was still laying there, exactly the same. "Does my appearance not please you?" he asked, lazily rubbing his chest. Photo by Alchemy. Thumbnail: Netflix. Courtesy Everett Collection.) 200 Erotic Movies Ranked Worst to Best Because the chronology of Gu Jianlong's career has not been clarified, and none of his erotic albums is dated, we cannot be sure that the album by him just considered (Album B) predates his service in the imperial court in the 1660s-70s. But its stylistic earliness and close relationship to the Jin Ping Mei illustrations suggests that it may well represent the kind of work that established Gu's reputation for painting of this kind, and may have led to his commission to make a similar series, but larger and more lavish and taking the form of illustrations instead of freestanding pictures, for the Kangxi emperor. Other extant erotic albums by Gu and his followers, which will be introduced in a separate section below, stand somewhat apart from these two, being made up mostly of simpler pictures, with less elaborate settings and less complex spatial schemes. It is also possible, however, that these last were done as low-cost products for clients of modest means, or for general sale, while the others were luxury items intended for richer purses, or for more powerful patrons, up to the emperor himself. Erotica often gets labeled a "guilty pleasure," and while, I mean, yes—there are many campy books to read, some of which are on this list—there are plenty of erotic novels that overlap with genre and literary fiction. Some of these books have inspired Golden Globe-nominated shows, after all (hi, Outlander!). In other words, erotic novels are fun, they're sexy, and they can be prestigious. I mean, where else could you find hot billionaires, rugged war heroes, professors that don't mind giving you a "D" (jokes!), or actors who are just as hot on the screen as they are off? Nowhere but NSFW stories!

Swati adjusted her nightgown and went to open the door. Her panty was still lying on the floor. I went to the bathroom, but my ears were on the door. Swati was taking too long, so I went after my boner gets normal. It so happened that there was a death in the family at our native place and both my parents were to go, leaving me alone at home. My friend in the neighbor’s house was to come and sleep at night. As I was staying in a huge house alone for the first time, Lalitha was asked to take care of my food and stay.

Chapter 5

She cried out as his finger slid through the soft folds of her pussy. He transferred his attention to her other nipple as his fingers gently explored further. She was writhing on the sheets, her breath coming in explosive gasps and moans. At first René was speechless. He thought for a moment. Mona showed him her Literotica and was eager to hear his answer. After a moment of silence, he grinned at her, admitting that he had already similarly considered her situation. Monawar was relieved at his reaction. But first it was her turn in this Literotica story. After all, she had often had to do without her erotic servant. After orgasming several times, she smiled at the four servants and asked them what their preferences were. They looked at each other in wonder, but hesitantly they finally explained which practices they liked. Suzanna recalled how he had eyed her yesterday, and she nervously whispered, "Yes ma'am, thank you." She hesitated before asking, "How old is Lord Worthington?" The production of the two hundred Jin Ping Mei illustrations was presumably carried out at Kangxi's command---the sheer magnitude of the whole project (two hundred large leaves, executed in heavy colors and meticulous detail on silk) suggests that, and it would be difficult to imagine a project so demanding in time and materials being undertaken for someone else by a painter serving directly under the emperor. We can suppose that Gu was assigned assistants to do some of the time-consuming work of filling in elaborate decorative designs, and supplied with the finest silk and pigments. The quality and variety of the pigments alone confirm, or at least suggest strongly, that this was a court production. [4] And the only time it could have been carried out by Gu Jianlong is during his period of service at the Kangxi court, from about 1662 until some time in the 1670s. The opening leaves of two of the albums bear Qianlong imperial seals, indicating that it was still in the palace collection in the 18 th century, and all reports of its recent history locate it in the Manchu palace, from where it was looted some time in the 1920s. [5]

He did not tell her his name, but only told her where to appear. Sabrina just nodded, not daring to contradict him. His presence was too great and in his presence she felt small and insignificant. She knew that, too, only from her Literotica. But at the same time she felt a strange anticipation of meeting the stranger. Moreover, Sabrina suspected what she would experience for the first time. This also felt surprisingly good. She longed for her end of work, drove home and got ready for the strange man there.Rather, it was a female hand. Ela touched her and stroked her gently as she continued to kiss Dennis. Monam had to admit that she liked the idea of being intimate with more than just her boyfriend. She had dreamed of this ever since she had learned in her Literotica what it was like in a swingers club. Dennis stood up and turned to another couple. He motioned René to follow him. So did the latter, and so the two women were alone with each other at first. Some time around 1662 Gu Jianlong received an appointment as a painting attendant ( zhihou) in the court of the Kangxi emperor. [1] No organized court academy existed under Kangxi's reign, and the practice of giving artists lifetime posts instead of engaging them only for particular projects seems to have begun only later. In addition to whatever projects he was assigned by the emperor, Gu painted portraits of officials at court, and was reportedly engaged by the famous literatus-official Qian Qianyi (1582-1664), then serving in Beijing, to copy an album of portraits of Ming emperors that had been painted (probably) by the famous portraitist Zeng Jing for the Nanjing court of the last pretender to the Ming throne, the Prince of Fu . [2] It will be argued here that he also produced during this time, presumably for Kangxi himself, an extant series of two hundred painted illustrations to Jin Ping Mei. Gu served at court for about ten years, and then retired to live and work again in Suzhou. She was suddenly aware that he must have heard her footsteps stop by his bed for a few moments before she called her greeting. Her fear was confirmed when he said, "Do you enjoy looking at me Suzanna?" Sabrina was a young woman who had little experience in terms of sex. Nevertheless, she worked in an erotic store and was popular with her customers for her openness. One day a man entered the store whom she had never seen before. He radiated dominance at first glance. Sabrina recognized that immediately. He went to the BDSM section without giving her a glance and disappeared from her sight. She continued to go about her work. When she looked up, the man was suddenly standing in front of her.

Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked down at her. "Now, what's wrong? You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that?" he asked with a devilish grin.

Suzanna's senses eventually stopped reeling and the reality of what she had just done came crashing down on her. "No," she murmured. "No, no, no..." she said louder. She began pushing at him. "Get off me," she whimpered, tears threatening. It was now Selma who took the initiative. She sat down in front of him on the desk and opened the top buttons of her blouse. She thus gave him a view of her beautiful curves. Now it was Ralf again who made the next move. He walked up to her and opened her blouse all the way. Selma let it happen and could hardly wait to see what he was about to do. Ralf took off his shirt and she could see his muscular upper body. She pulled him close and pressed her bare skin against his. He put up with it and visibly enjoyed the touches.