Dirty Smut Stories Novels & Stories

“Do not lie to me. You read more than one line. Your face is red, your nipples are hard against your sweater and you keep squeezing your thighs together like your little pussy is soaking wet from what I wrote about ruining a tight twenty year old cunt.” He leaned down closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Tell me the truth Riley. Did reading about me stretching her and filling her with cum make your pussy wet?” My heart slammed against my ribs. Fresh slickness coated my panties and my clit pulsed again at his blunt words. “Yes , Professor. It made me wet. I know that is messed up but I could not stop reading the part about gagging her and breeding her hit me hard.”

My world revolved around academia and my passion for writing, and I couldn't afford to miss any more classes, no matter how tempting the allure of my stories was. In a half-awake daze, I began the mundane morning ritual of undressing myself to prepare for my much-needed shower. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my pajamas, my mind still partially ensnared in the plotlines and characters that danced within my imagination. As I dragged myself into the bathroom, I couldn't help but think about the characters in my latest smut story. In this particular tale, the chemistry between the high school teacher and his student was sizzling, and I couldn't wait to delve deeper into their forbidden r

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M

Uea threw all caution to the wind, sucking and licking the dick before him with a smile on his face. Honestly, he used to feel disgusted with things like this, even while writing it. Putting someone else's thing in his mouth was something he found really dirty. It had left him wondering why someone would find it enjoyable to do such a thing. But after entering the book, he had found himself exceeding the bottom line several times. It had even made him wonder if he ever had a bottom line to begin with or if he was only deceiving himself.

Dave аnd Jіm ѕtорреd ѕuсkіng mу tits and lооkеd аt me еxресtаntlу. "Shоuld I bаbе? Dо you thіnk I'm thаt much оf a slut thаt I wоuld gеt naked іn frоnt оf fоur mеn. Two wе juѕt met? What dо уоu thіnk wіll happen іf I tаkе mу раntіеѕ оff? When I took my brа off thеу ѕuсkеd оn my tіtѕ. What wіll they dо іf I ѕhоw them my рuѕѕу?" "Uр tо уоu bаbе," ѕаіd Tоm.

“Hi bestie, say hello to everyone” Jasmine is recording me with her phone and she lives on tik-tok. “You all meet the famous freak who writes real p**n” She threw a stack of paper at me, taking, scanning them on the floor, the chapters of my novels. Everybody knows now I'm a freak, I have been called several names but not a freak and I might have considered liking it in a different context if he hadn't come with humiliation. Who writes a smut novel about her step brother and ends up having a step brother who I don't mind going down on. I had started thT book even before Jaxon and I became family and he promised to keep it a secret.

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

I’ve been dying without being able to send comments these past two days! [Wait, what happened? A bug?] [No, the book switched platforms. The old site shut down and the author rewrote the main storyline. It’s been re-uploaded on SmutReads!] “Smut… SmutReads?” My face drained of color. I couldn’t help blurting it out loud. The comments froze for a moment, then exploded. [Ha! I knew she could see us!] [Sweetie, you probably don’t know, right? The redemption arc got scrapped. It switched to a smut romance, and you’re the new female lead! The new storyline starts tonight.]

He smiled politely and headed to his home office. I couldn’t stop staring as he walked away. His powerful frame, the quiet authority in his stride… I caught myself twirling a lock of hair. Later, I texted my friend Sam: “DILF ALERT. Her husband is insanely hot. I want to ride him right in that office chair. I’d drop under his desk in a heartbeat. Queen Slut status incoming?” Sam and I laughed about it in our volleyball group chat. It was all fantasy..or so I told myself. Our “Queen Slut” title went to whoever had done the wildest thing lately. The previous holder had sucked off two different guys in one night.