Historical Smut Novels & Stories

“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.

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

Caution, bad smut scene, if you r under 18, I'm not your mother, enjoy. Callina joined the couples, going for Jace's pants, finally relieving the pressure, his penis was quick to poke out, with a glistering top, with expert hands she worked him up, spitting on her hand to add more friction to the red member, feeling the veins under her hand. It's been a while for Jace and she knew it, she decided to torture him a bit.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

😅 At least the main two smuts will be posted in their full explicit detail. Though, there might be a couple of smutty parts that happened during the main plotline that might fade into black on Good Novel. And everything that happened after the plotline and isn’t relevant for the future plot will be written into extras that will be available in the published version only. The list of currently planned extras (S tag means it will definitely include smut): * [S] Noah’s and Levi’s honeymoon * [S] Levi and Noah going dolphin riding again * [S] a day in Levi’s and Noah’s married life, several years later.

The master bedroom was Marcus's sacred space that we were about to defile again, the taboo of it sending a rush of forbidden heat straight to my cock, making it throb with anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of Vanessa's perfume mixed with the faint musk of our previous encounters, a reminder that this bed had already witnessed our deed.

I wouldn’t know since I haven’t had any experience, the urge to tell him nips at me that this is like my first. But I don’t want to ruin the mood with my inexperience but am sure he wouldn’t care if I interrupt him either but then my embarrassing non existent sex Life seems to have catch up on me. It’s going to be fine! Smut books aren’t that far off from the truth, because at the end of the day… They do always fit inside!

When I peek up, I see Zen sitting against the tree at my side “So, what was the holy avowal about?” “Copulation.” Now that I’ve said it, I’m reminded of the writing all too suddenly. I’m cringing all over! “It was just… too much, you know?! In writing, there’s a thing called too much smut!” I ramble on, gesturing with my hands and keeping my eyes firmly on the tree trunk “If you’re gonna write it, at least make it enjoyable to read! That was just… too coarse! Do you know how much I had to skip over? Oh wait, was it visible on my face that I’m embarrassed? Could people tell?!”