Reading Smut Novels & Stories

Sazkia smiled, so far Lina never knew that the book she was reading was her book because Sazkia never said she was actively writing in online novels. "Why smile, smile yourself?" Sazkia looked at Lina who had given up reading the book she had just picked up. "It is okay" Lina looked at Sazkia's laptop and observed Sazkia's hand movements. She was surprised at the website her friend was opening. She frowned, trying to analyze that he was familiar with something Sazkia was reading. After she understood, Lina sat down and opened her cellphone. “Don't say that you also like that novel! So far, you've always said you don't have time to read novels, right? Why do you like reading novels now? "

"What?" "For my husband to finish what he fucking started." Sammy took the lube bottle from the bedside table and squirted some into her hand. "What, you thought I forgot about what you promised? You wanted to love me, to take it slow. So we did that, and I loved you for your restraint." She kissed me softly as she stroked my dick, spreading the lube on it. "Then you started fucking me, and I loved you for your passion." Another kiss, harder this time. "Now? Now I want you to show me what you were going to do that second night, the night you made me choose a safeword. 'Rutabaga.' I remembered it. But I don't think-- " My smart little slut gave my cock a squeeze. " -- I'm eeever going to need

Samantha giggled quietly, shaking her head. "I never thought I'd see the day you get obsessed over a book character, let alone a book," I commented, shaking my head with a tiny smile. I kind of liked this side of him. It's quite adventurous. He gets to read about any character, and I'd hear about it through his perspective. "The smut was great though," Jackson piped up. "That was my first time reading a book filled with that intense smut. He didn't censor anything. Speaking of, how old is that dude? He looks too young to be writing stuff like that."

He took my hand and pressed a kiss to it. "You actually know that term, huh? Fine with me. But I’m not really into movies. I’d rather just read my books." "Hmmm. Those smutty books you read? Maybe you can read them out loud to me." My eyes widened, and I snapped my head toward him. How did he know I read that genre? Oh my gosh! How embarrassing! "How... How did you know they were smutty?" I said in disbelief, and he laughed.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

My breath hitched again, and I fought the urge to shiver. It was almost like the smut novels I enjoyed reading at night on the comfort of my bed—the ones I kept hidden under my mattress, where the girls knew exactly what to say and when to lean in. Liam leaned closer to me, slowly and deliberately, and it was almost as if he was going for my lips. My eyes flicked to his mouth for a second, then back to his eyes. “I can see how this would be effective,” I said with my eyes still on his as I let out a nervous breath. My voice trembled just slightly.

A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.

It wasn't a question but a statement— simple but effective. Heat crept up to my neck, every fucking part of me dancing in a thrilling movement, he leaned closer, covering me with his woody— spicy smell like chains wrapped around my neck. With one swift movement, he grabbed my dress pulling it off with a loud tearing sound. Rip. The fabric ripped into pieces, falling in shreads. Leaving me left only in my underwear. “You become beautiful every fucking day.” Lucian groaned, kneeling and placed his head on my V-area, sniffing me like a possessed dog.

"Do you mind if I read it sometime?" "No way!" I exclaim, my voice a bit too loud. I quickly blush and stammer, "Um, I mean, it's smut. I don't know if you're into that." I'm hoping he says no. I mean it would be nice to have another person critique my work, but not him. What if he somehow speculates that he inspired the spicy scenes? I know how ridiculous that sounds, but still. He chuckles lightly and my stomach flutters at the sound. "Well, I'm no stranger to sex. I can handle whatever freaky shit you have written in there," he says with a smirk.