Books With Lots Of Smut Novels & Stories

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

“I already finished the book you lent me. Can I borrow more?” “Sure, do you want the same romance, or do you want it to be different? Like smut?” she asked, her grin was so wide I could practically see all her teeth. “Smut?” The word felt odd on my tongue, so I tilted my head, genuinely puzzled. Not only did she look absolutely thrilled, but it was the first time I’d ever heard that word. For most of my life, the only books I’d read were about history or science. Novels were still a new territory.

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Zoe stood trembling against the bookshelf, cum leaking down her inner thighs from the stranger’s thick load. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, blouse half-open, tits heaving. The taste of his cum mixed with her own juices still lingered on her tongue. The man tucked his cock back into his pants and smirked at her ruined state. “You’re a mess, little librarian slut,” he murmured. “Cum dripping down your legs like a cheap whore. Anyone who walks by this aisle will know exactly what you just did.”

I stepped through the front door much later than expected, the cool night air still clinging to my jacket. The house was thick with the heavy, intoxicating scent of spilled wine, sweet perfume, and something far more primal..the unmistakable musk of feminine arousal lingering in the air like an invitation. My pulse quickened as I took in the lounge: catalogues strewn across every surface, empty wine bottles lying on their sides, and an array of sex toys scattered openly..thick realistic dildos, powerful vibrators still faintly humming, delicate lace lingerie draped over the sofa like forgotten promises.

The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

Still, even though she had the cutest figure, I never thought about her (or any girl at that point), sexually. It was a very hot and humid July day, with the occasional rain it just wasn't a good day for the pool. We were at her house, her parents were at work since it was a weekday, and we were bored and just hanging out in her room. Looking out her window I saw a very old shed half hidden in bushes and obviously not used. I asked her about it and she said she'd never been in it so we decided to explore. We pushed the door open and in the dim light through the one window it was sort of creepy and had spiderwebs and we were both wearing what was almost a summer uniform - shorts, crop tops, a

When I peek up, I see Zen sitting against the tree at my side “So, what was the holy avowal about?” “Copulation.” Now that I’ve said it, I’m reminded of the writing all too suddenly. I’m cringing all over! “It was just… too much, you know?! In writing, there’s a thing called too much smut!” I ramble on, gesturing with my hands and keeping my eyes firmly on the tree trunk “If you’re gonna write it, at least make it enjoyable to read! That was just… too coarse! Do you know how much I had to skip over? Oh wait, was it visible on my face that I’m embarrassed? Could people tell?!”

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