Free Smut Stories Novels & Stories

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

Amid all the hardships, Samantha always manages to smile. She goes upstairs to her room, sits on the bed, and starts scrolling through her phone. F******k always makes her forget her terrible life. There, she can laugh and interact with other women who couldn’t judge her. At least she did not know or see their faces directly if they were judging her. Her favorite page is a certain family group. The people there always posted motivational, funny, and encouraging messages and sometimes pictures. She never posts much, but this day had been one of her worst days.

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

Yeah, I have Sam in my life, too. I met Ben at a book club I reluctantly joined courtesy of my partner in crime, Joanna. Well, she had told me some male writers might look nerdy but like to try out the kinky stuff in their wild imagination. So, Benson is a perfect example. Let’s say I am his lab rat, or should I say smut story rat. And I have been subjected to reading every single thing we have done together in one of his smut books. I’m like the main character in his book. You might find it offensive, but I love it! I have consent, though, cause it’s exciting. I love weird and wild sexual things.

Her cunt was swollen and glistening, a thick string of arousal already leaking down to her ass. “Look how fucking wet you are,” Yusuf muttered, sliding two thick fingers inside her easily. Fatima cried out, her walls clenching greedily around his digits. “I’m always this wet when I think about haram cock,” she gasped, riding his fingers shamelessly. “Please… I need your dick. I’ve been dying to suck it.”

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

People watched openly, smirking and raising glasses. For the next hour Susan was passed around like a favorite toy. One associate made her suck his fingers clean of her own cum while telling her he wanted to fuck her throat in the bathroom. Another groped her tits openly on the dance floor, calling her the firm’s eager cumslut. Hands were everywhere, fingers in her pussy, cocks rubbing against her, dirty promises whispered in her ear. She came twice more and loved every second of it.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.