Books Without Smut Novels & Stories

Lust, in all its raw, unfiltered glory. She drops her hand and goes to stand in front of the mirror, her eyes on her reflection as she unbuttons her top. “You know, Minny, while I was watching my husband fuck you like a rabid animal--might I add--the strangest thing happened.” Her top slides off her shoulders, revealing her huge breasts barely covered by her demi cup bra. “I’ve never considered myself attracted to women but there’s just something about you that’s so innocent. It drives one to possess,” she says, her eyes meeting mine through the mirror. “To corrupt.”

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

It screamed power and silent wealth. A remote lay near the edge of the bed, I picked it up and slowly crawled up to the mattress. I curled Into the soft sheets and switched on the TV. Looked like he'd been watching something before he left. Minutes passed. I kept watching, the bourbon warming my veins, making everything feel soft and hazy around the edges. Then a scene appeared on screen. A slow burn kissing scene. I watched as the man trailed his lips down the woman's skin. Clothes fell away, one piece at a time and in a blink they were both stark naked.

“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.

"It's called 'In a Monster’s Bed.'" The name rang a bell, something vaguely scandalous from a distant past, but I pressed on. "What's it about? You must be very smart to be reading such a thick book or something so intently. Or looking at it so… " I trailed off, feeling like an idiot. "You get my point." What was with me, getting all tongue-tied talking to my own kid? Rose's cheeks flushed pink. "No, it's not that kind of book you are thinking of. It's mostly romance and…smut."

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

He paused in the doorway, watching me for a moment before speaking. “Mind if I join you?” he asked. I nodded, pulling my legs closer to make space. Instead of sitting on the other end, he sat in the middle, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. “What are you reading?” he asked, glancing at the book in my hands. “Just a romance novel,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. Victor smiled softly. “Anything interesting?” I shrugged. “The usual. Forbidden love, complicated feelings, people wanting things they shouldn’t…”

he muttered under his breath, unaware that tomorrow would unravel everything and turn his carefully balanced world upside down. *AUTHOR’S NOTE* This novel contains extreme taboo content and is strictly forbidden for younger audiences. BDSM, spicy scenes, threesomes, and erotic content will appear in unexpected chapters. Please note, there are no rape scenes. Enjoy the read!

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