Really Smutty Books Novels & Stories

Happiness or shock? "Whoa! Where did they come from?" The lady scrolled down and read the whole ten comments which clearly hinted at some great fan, although the subscriptions of her ebook did not increase and those readers were old fans. ~ Whoa! This is so good. Though the protagonist seems feminine. ~ Author should give us a smut scene next. XOXO ~ The art is wonderful and breathtaking. ~ There must have been a great sex drive in next chapter. And so on… "Should I really type a smut scene next? Would it be appropriate to show the character as such?"

It looked like something that should be hidden behind locked glass in a questionable bookstore aisle. I flipped it open anyway, because apparently I had no survival instincts left. "Please.. I cant-" I paused. Read it again. Then slowly looked up at him. “…I’m not reading this.” His eyebrow lifted. “You promised.” “This is not a book. This is—this is literal smut disguised as literature.” “Exactly,” he said, way too calm. I smacked the book against his arm. “Pervert.” “Reader,” he corrected immediately, like that was important. Then leaned back like he had all the time in the world. “Come on. We had a deal.” I stared at him.

The smell of old parchment, dried sage, and damp cellar immediately flooded the small cabin. Reaching inside, I pulled out a massive, leather-bound tome. The cover was cracked, unmarked, and held together by frayed iron hinges. I dropped it onto the wood with a heavy thud, followed by three smaller, equally ancient books. "Bro, this is giving major Salem witch trial vibes," Amberly muttered, stepping closer to inspect the pile. She poked the cover of the thickest book with her index finger. "Are we about to summon a demon? Because I feel like my life has enough drama right now."

The smell of the men’s unwashed cocks and balls was intoxicating, filling Clay’s nostrils and making his head spin. As Jamal recorded Clay sniffing and whiffing the men’s musky balls, Clay could feel his orgasm building to a peak. With a final, desperate sniff of Jamal’s balls, Clay’s body convulsed, his tiny clit pulsing and twitching inside its metal cage as he came harder than he ever had before. “Fucking hell,” Jamal growled, his voice a mix of disgust and amusement. “Look at this little faggot, cumming like a bitch in heat. You know what that means, don’t you, boy?”

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

“No, fantasy or mystery. Or whatever you’ve got, I guess.” “Mmm, Fantasy. You’re going to be featuring in a few of mine,” Stumpy grinned. He took my plate and finished my food, then washed it up and put my silverware and the plate back in their respective stacks. “Come this way,” he said afterward. I followed Stumpy back to his tent but refused to go inside, which made Stumpy laugh. He came out with three battered books - one fantasy, one mystery, and, indeed, one romance. “I’m the local library,” he explained.

by Damn, you can know how excited I was that at least I would be with this bitch who claims to be innocent. So here we are going through the books in the library to find a chosen topic. She was wearing her sunglasses, she took them off and unbuttoned her shirt, saying the library was hot, and her cleavage came into view. I lost my concentration fuck, it is too disturbing to keep staring at the cleavages, but I have to act as a man in her presence, so we move to the corner of the shelf where history books are stacked and rare to check.

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.

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.

Still, even though she had the cutest figure, I never thought about her (or any girl at that point), sexually. It was a very hot and humid July day, with the occasional rain it just wasn't a good day for the pool. We were at her house, her parents were at work since it was a weekday, and we were bored and just hanging out in her room. Looking out her window I saw a very old shed half hidden in bushes and obviously not used. I asked her about it and she said she'd never been in it so we decided to explore. We pushed the door open and in the dim light through the one window it was sort of creepy and had spiderwebs and we were both wearing what was almost a summer uniform - shorts, crop tops, a