College Smut Novels & Stories

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

We stayed locked like that, we are sweaty, shaking, panting, his softening length still buried to the hilt, my legs trembling, my cum-slick thighs were quivering. “What the fuck is going on here?” Damon’s voice cut through the haze like a blade. We froze, we were still joined, my breasts still exposed, his hand still cupping my dripping cunt, the unmistakable scent of sex thick in the training room air.

“You look like you’ve decided to accept your fate as an erotica department intern.” That was certainly one way to term it. “I’m just considering the editing skills and experience I will gain,” he replied. “It’s just editing someone else’s work. The fact that it’s mostly smut doesn’t make much of a difference.” Becca gave him a thumbs up. “That’s the spirit. I’ll start forwarding you some applications.” The contents of the first application had him completely bypassing his determination to stay and he was ready to walk out the door, a mere two minutes after boasting that editing smut wasn’t that different. He eyed up the written text again and sighed. Why was the sex scene so graphic?

Nadhea's sense of learning grew stronger when Adam Smith took off their clothes. By The Moon God! Nadhea was embarrassed to imagine herself United with Adam Smith in the inpatient room without making strange noises and active surveillance cameras installed there. Nadhea's fingers and Head were submerged in two pillows. The sound of Adam's heavy breathing hit the back of Nadhea's neck began to stroke the spine, the tailbone up to the seductive butt cleavage. Despite repeatedly doing so Adam Smith took a sip of Nadhea Martinez's original scent. "You're so sexy riding up to me to put back in," Adam Smith comments dipping his stern face. Nadhea held back her submerged moans while glancing at Mr.

And there was murmuring, from the crowd. Even the music had stopped. "Who's still a virgin in college!?" Someone shouted, and the crowd bursted into laughter. There was a look of regret in Nate's eyes, and his lips thinned as he bowed his head in shame. "You walking STD, and piece of shit." I snatched someone's cup of beer and splashed it on his face. "Fuck you, Nate Carmichael." I spat on him. While he just stood there like a statue at the Museum, not even moving.

My name is Carmen Smith, and I had just started my freshman year in university. With my innocent face and standout curves, I was voted as campus beauty. But lately, a rumor had been spreading. It claimed I was easy, always hanging out with a bunch of bald old men. The details made it sound almost real. I couldn't explain myself, and I didn't even dare go to compulsory physical education classes anymore. That was because too many boys would circle me, staring and calling me Milk Bags.

"I don't know what happened to me, but that night, the scent was very strong, like cherries, I was attracted by that scent, it made me crazy" "Are you sure she's not your Luna?" "No, she's not, I'm sure of that, but I also don't know why I could be crazy about her" "Then how do you stop your rut? I mean, I know why you chose to go home first at that time" "She came to my room and--" "Oh fuckk, you two did it?" Sam said. "Yes, but it's just sex, I don't marked her" "How?" "What?" "How does it feel? I know it's your first time Liam, don't lie to me"

My walk of shame pic was truly appalling. "You'll love this one." Brack turned the screen toward me so I had a straight on view of a Twitter post. @smutkisses O Stradmore tennis's darling debutante seen after bathroom tryst with unknown sex god bitly.com/X2_LY8 I almost spit out my coffee. "I'll find @smutkisses and force a tennis ball down her throat for the 'debutante' comment." I clicked on the link and covered my eyes when I saw the picture of me and Brack. He had a bit of lace clearly hanging from his pocket. "Where is that thong?"

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.