Books Without Smut Novels & Stories

By the next afternoon, the quiet tension is practically humming in my ears. Lounging on the far end of the couch, I have my legs stretched out and resting over the armrest. I’m wearing comfortable grey sweatpants that leave absolutely zero doubt about the current, frustrated state of my anatomy. A paperback sci-fi novel rests open on my chest. It’s a space opera about rogue smugglers, supposedly heavy on the action. Turns out, it’s even heavier on the smut. Scanning a particularly graphic paragraph on page two-hundred-and-four, a wicked idea forms in my mind.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

The mattress dipped under my weight, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the fire building between us. "My turn to be in control," Vanessa announced, straddling my hips with a predatory grace. Her wet pussy slid along the length of my cock without taking me inside, her slick folds parting around my shaft like hot silk, coating me in her juices. The friction was exquisite torture—every glide sending waves of pleasure radiating from my groin, my balls tightening as I felt her clit bump against the underside of my head. She was dripping, her arousal hot and slippery, and the scent of her musk filled the air, intoxicating me.

“Show me how bad you want this biker cock.” Lily bit her lip, eyes dark with lust as she braced her hands on my tattooed chest. She lifted her hips slowly, letting my thick shaft slide almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her. Then she sank back down, taking every inch in one smooth glide. We both groaned at the wet, filthy sound it made, my cum from the first round mixing with her fresh juices, making everything slick and messy.

“Sir did you like my panty, because I am taking it off right now so I can finger my pussy. This is what you have done to me, you have made my pussy wet to the touch.” The sounds of moaning accompanied with Sarah’s erotic sentences were enough to make Mr. Smith hard. “Sir, my pussy is really wet and my finger is just sliding all over my clit. I think you would love to feel it,” said Sarah. Over taken by complete silence while listening to Sarah Mr. Smith was in a dilemma as to what his next words should be. Despite the fact that he had already decided to avoid Sarah he could not help himself from listening to her pleasure herself.

“You look the same but maybe a little more... uptight.” He didn’t smile and he has never smiled around me…Not like I give a fuck though. I grabbed a bottle of water and leaned back against the fridge. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to stay. I just need a few days.” "You’re always welcome here," he said, but it felt more like a lie than a comfort. I looked at him longer this time. He had that whole powerful older man thing going for him, the type women write smutty books about. Well styled hair, a jaw that could cut glass, and a body that made expensive suits look like sin.

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

We both got excited by that and knew we'd both have fun doing it again that night. Over the next few weeks we memorized that magazine and shared the books. Old 70's smut fiction wasn't very good but to innocent teens it was the most exciting thing ever. We'd had a few sleepovers and she'd bring the magazine with her and we'd swap the books back and forth. By this time we'd given up being shy and would openly play with our nipples through our tops as we read and talked about "would you?" situations. I was thrilled doing this with her watching and doing it too. (to this day I love mutual masturbation without touching each other, just watching and being watched and talking about it!) The next w

“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.