Reading Smut Novels & Stories

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

I brought my fingers up to my mouth, sucking them slowly, keeping intense eye contact with him. I popped the wet fingers out of my mouth then trailed my hand to my entrance. A seductive smile crept across my face when I finally reached my aching pussy, I opened my mouth wide, furrowing my brows when I swirled my saliva-coated fingers around my clit. Spreading my legs even wider, and dipping a finger inside my pussy, trying to maintain eye contact with him. I curled the finger inside my wet pussy in and out repeating those movements. I couldn't take it anymore, I threw my head back moaning at the intense pleasure.

“An author mailed a box of chocolates this morning as a thank you present. I think they were for Becca, but we shared all of them. I also made chocolate souffles last night so it might also be that.” “Editing smut does have perks,” Darien pointed out. “Do you still want to work outside of the erotica department next year?” Zach thought about it. He had been desperate two months ago to get out of the erotica department because he hated reading smut and found the other editors intimidating. Now he was feeling more at home with the editors and the smut didn’t bother him as much. “It would be nice to not have to spell and grammar check sex scenes,” he replied. “I

“Touch me here. Rub my swollen clit… yes, good boy. Now slide your fingers inside. Deeper… curl them… ohhh fuck, yes!” He pumped four fingers into my soaking pussy. I rode his hand shamelessly, big tits bouncing. “Ohhh yesss… deeper, Salman! Fuck me with those fingers! You’re going to make me cum! Ahhh… ahhh… I’m cumming… oh my godddd!” My thighs shook violently as a powerful orgasm crashed through me. My hairy cunt gushed warm juices all over his wrist and the sheets while I screamed in release. He was rock-hard again. I straddled his hips, rubbing my slick, hairy pussy slowly up and down his long shaft, coating him in my cream. “Ready to fuck a real woman for the first time, Salman?”

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—

Slowly I withdrew my fingers, finding them soaked and coated in her orgasm. *** This was a long chapter! I rarely write smut in male POV esp the first person, so hopefully, it didn’t suck. See you on Monday, squad! ***

“I love reading.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re reading sex, aren’t you?” “Ew! God, no,” I shot back, trying not to laugh. “It’s a good book—with just a little smut.” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, amused. “Can I read it then?” “What? Hell no!” My cheeks flushed instantly. She tisked and shook her head. “You’re reading smut.” I groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

A confusing heat still lingered beneath my skin, my mind was restless turns out reading thousands of smut scene is bad as it trains your body against your own will. But I knew, with a sudden, sharp clarity, what might offer a temporary distraction, A way to satisfy my hunger. He was right there, his intense red eyes fixed on me. "Actually," I said, my voice a little breathier than intended, "you… you can but not to sleep." A smirk then tug on his lips as he kept closer to me. He understood what I meant and I'm sure he could smell exactly what I'm feeling now. In the books werewolves can smell each other's heat.

This embrace was all too familiar to her. Between her breaths, she could smell the pleasant minty fragrance emanating from him, but also... a faint smell of smoke? "You're smoking?" Emily placed the cake in the oven and waited quietly for its delicious blossoming. "Yeah," Mr. Satan murmured softly, "I thought you'd be mad." "Because you're smoking?" Emily pointed at his chest with her finger. Her tone carried a hint of disapproval. "You better not smoke; it's not good for the baby. But I'm more curious about something else. Did you encounter something difficult today?"