Mlm Smut Books Novels & Stories

Lust, in all its raw, unfiltered glory. She drops her hand and goes to stand in front of the mirror, her eyes on her reflection as she unbuttons her top. “You know, Minny, while I was watching my husband fuck you like a rabid animal--might I add--the strangest thing happened.” Her top slides off her shoulders, revealing her huge breasts barely covered by her demi cup bra. “I’ve never considered myself attracted to women but there’s just something about you that’s so innocent. It drives one to possess,” she says, her eyes meeting mine through the mirror. “To corrupt.”

She said then faced the other side to chat again with Mom and Dad. When I was satisfied that their attention was not in us, I put my hand inside Samantha's pants. She didn't try to stop me because I know she felt so good about what I was doing to her. Fuck, I'm right! She's been getting aroused for a while now. Just by being next to me, she's already getting aroused? She really is a fucking slut! Damn, her! My hand can already feel her damp panties inside. "Want me to finger-fuck you?" I whispered softly in her ear, trying to tease her wet pussy with my fingers.

Jay’s cock pounded into her spot with ruthless precision, sending sparks of pleasure exploding through her. Jay reached around to rub her clit in quick circles, pushing her towards the edge. “Cum on my cock, baby,” he ordered. “Let Liam feel your mouth shake when you cum.” She screamed around Liam’s cock as her orgasm crashed into her, her pussy spasming around Jay’s cock, juices squirting down her thighs and onto the mat below. Liam growled, thrusting deeper down her throat, making her gag slightly as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Such a good slut,” Liam praised, pulling out and stroking his cock quickly. Hot spurts of cum painted her flushed face and open mouth, dripping down her chin o

Hello Everyone, I'm sorry to say that my computer broke, for the next days I'm not sure if I will continue the story, I'm going to public other one I have in drafts. It's another crazy online order. - I grumble, and Scarlett denies. -Oooh. What dirty book has Mr. Lindman ordered this time? - Snorts. The retired fireman has very eclectic taste in books. The first time we received a request for unusual erotic fiction, I had

Hi there lovely readers! Here's a list of my other works you can probably find on certain apps/sites. -*-*-*- 1) Incubus' Blood Harem [male oriented book | W E B N O V E L] 2) Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess - Completed. [W E B N O V E L | C H E R E A D S] 3) Sex Delicacies [M O B O R E A D E R] 4) His Wife Is My Lover - Volume one, completed.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

My best friend Melissa giggled as I narrated my dream to her. “Now you are just making fun of me,” I said, embarrassed. “Haha, not really. I am glad you are excited about it, and I am looking forward to hearing about your first real orgasm, but I still feel sex is overrated.” She laughed. “Oh, then why do you have all those books hidden under your bed? It's smut, isn't it?” I smirked. Melissa gasped. “Holy shit, you saw my stash?” She burst into laughter. “Well I hate to disappoint you, but they are historical books on werewolves.”

“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.

Wouldn't want to add ‘liar’ to that list. “Well… it's spicy.” I carefully said. “But I like how it's more than just lust and infatuation. Seems like there's a deeper connection between the two.” She sighed. “Yeah, most of my books are written that way. I find it easier to write smut when it's based on true love.” “You have other books?” I asked. She nodded, turning back to her screen. “Yup, across different platforms.” “Cool.” The silence returned again as she continued typing. Once again, my mind wandered about. I couldn't stop myself from asking the question.

” 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