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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

I_pooped JuSt wAtTpAd What about the smut you read? Will_the_devil Um... What's smut? Quinn_beach (Quinn) Bro, please, you can't use the innocent card anymore. Will_the_devil Seriously, I have no idea what a smut is. I just read the books that Caleb suggested me to. He said it will educate me about everything I need to know. The_real_prince_charming Okay, Will...can we know the names of these books you read? Cereal_killer (Caleb)

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

"I can think of a few Elixirs to make with them." "No way!" Four put the seeds away quickly. "They are mine you greedy girl. In fact, I am going to plant them now." Four excused himself and scampered away quickly. "Hehe, that was interesting." Ren chuckled and looked at Two. "Alright show me your work." "Right." Two pulled out some things from a regular storage pouch, two rolled-up pieces of paper, and a handwritten book. "This is all I was able to learn." Regular Storage Pouch was able to store everything. But due to it not specially designed for certain things, deterioration happens faster to most items.

Modric’s POV Mary Ann did not move when I stepped closer to the table. The council library was silent except for the faint crackle of the fire and the soft ticking of the old clock near the shelves. Papers covered almost every inch of the table. Festival maps, supply lists, food permits, security schedules, and handwritten notes were spread around her like she had tried to fight an entire war with ink and determination. Her head rested on one arm. Dark curls spilled across the papers, hiding half her face. The pen remained loosely trapped between her fingers, as though she had fallen asleep in the middle of writing a sentence.

The moment I reached the front, a bouncer stopped me with his hand. “You need to go to the back of the line.” his face was stern as he stared at me. I stared at him for a second. Then I reached into my purse and pulled out a thick bundle of cash, slipping a thousand dollars into his hand. His eyes widened instantly, before a smile spread across his face. “Welcome,” he said quickly, stepping aside. “Welcome to Onyx Seramis.” I simply walked past him, and stepped into the club, the music blasting right into my eardrums.

I read the title loudly. A woman was on the cover bound by a comically large tentacled creature, she seemed to be losing the fight as well as several items of clothing. Wait, were those tentacles or tongues? Sure as hell was slimy. “Is this…” “Monster smut? Yes.” She answered with a smile. As big of a smile you could get with a large lolly in your mouth “Is this what you’re into?” I both looked forward to and dreaded her answer. “I will not dignify that question with a response. Now give me my book and shoo.”