Fantasy Smut Novels & Stories

It’s then that both go completely rigid, staring at one another. For Christy Samuels, it was solely out of fear as she stares at the intruder and the remaining air leaves her lungs. The smell of cigar smoke fills her lungs alongside vanilla and cedarwood of sorts. She can’t look away even if she wants to; his appearance is magnetizing like all the dark romance books she has read an unhealthy amount of. He certainly lives up to the fantasy; because he’s the most breathtaking man on this planet.

“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.

Sweat poured down their bodies, mixing together as they rutted against each other like animals. Lucas leaned in, hot breath against Damien’s ear. “I can smell how empty your hole is. How bad it needs to be knotted and bred by a stronger alpha.” He ripped Damien’s jeans open with one savage tug. Damien’s cock sprang free, thick and dripping, slapping wetly against his abs. Lucas shoved his own pants down, freeing his massive alpha cock — longer and thicker than Damien’s, veins bulging, the head already slick and angry red. Lucas spat into his palm and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together in long, filthy pulls. Their precum mixed, making everything slick and nasty.

It terrified him how much the idea aroused him. For Sam, the week had been a whirlwind of daydreams and secret touches. He worked from home as a graphic designer, but his sketches kept turning into abstract drawings of broad shoulders and intense eyes. He found himself touching Ethan more soft caresses during dinner, lingering kisses in the shower but his mind often wandered to Elias. The way the counselor had looked at them both, like he could see every hidden desire. Sam’s body responded with a constant, low hum of arousal that left him flushed and restless.

” I run my tongue along the lacey edge of her panties, a few inches below her belly button. “You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you agai

“Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.” “They might borrow them.” He trailed the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other. “And third, you don’t have any tentacles, horns or a tail.” She could only grin at his confused look. “I’ve been reading monster smut.” “That’s really a thing?” he asked with a grin thinking that she was bullshitting him. “Yeah.” She grinned back at him. “I was reading some reverse harem for a while and let me say, Bunny is a lucky woman.”

she retorted with a huge grin on her face. They rolled her over and Matt sat aside her bust, teasing them before slowly sliding his cock up towards her mouth. Cindy hungrily grabbed his prick in her mouth and sucked greedily. James probed her vulva with his shaft before plunging it in her pussy and pushing Matt, so that his cock went further into Cindy’s mouth. The guys moved forwards and back going deeper into her orifices. This was Cindy’s particular fantasy and I was really getting off on it too! I was now stroking my shaft furiously and as I heard Cindy scream out in ecstasy, I shot gladly all over my stomach. James and Matt also came, and the three of them collapsed in a heap on the bed

Exposed like this, my pussy lips parted slightly, cook in air hitting my wetness, making me drip more onto the couch. His hand rubbed my ass cheek first, gentle, kneading the flesh. "You have been thinking about this a while, have not you? Getting dominated by me, me taking you like a slut." "Yes," I admitted, muffled by the cushion, my face hot. "I have fantasized about it so many times, touching myself to you." He chuckled low, dirty. "Me too, Emma, jerked off thinking of your tight pussy…now, count the spanks out loud."

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.