Really Smutty Books Novels & Stories

“Always reading smut, huh? I didn’t take you for the type, but I guess I should’ve known better.” I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I haven’t always read smut. The books I used to read before were never like this,” I shot back, my voice laced with irritation. “It’s just…different genres. That’s all.” He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through me. “Sure, different genres,” he mocked lightly, waving the book in front of me. “You know, these scenes are pretty explicit. I didn’t know you had such a vivid imagination.”

“I’m good, thanks.” I turn to walk away, but Greg stops me by grabbing hold of my arm, pulling me back toward him. “You still reading those smutty books that get you so turned on you become ravenous?” Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free.

Slight smut warning, if you don't like these things just skip to the next chap, Love your perverted princess Cinderella. I walk toward them swinging my hips and licking my lips, it's my turn to taste the angel lips, I took a seat over Robert's desk and pulled the baby up, making her stand between my legs, I attacked her mouth with kisses, my tongues licking against her closed lips until she opened her mouth for me, I dominated our kiss, of course, she knows who owns her, little and big, she belongs to us.

She's just so soft spoken and nerdy. “Well I wanna go to London. It's the country I fell in love with through novels.” She looks a little taken aback at the fact that I read novels. “You look too cool to read novels.” I chuckles. “Believe me, I've read as many novels as I could when I was a first year student. My friend made me read them and when I realised there was smut involved, I was hooked.” She shyly laughs. “I sometimes feel like skipping the inappropriate stuff but I'm too curious.” She shouldn't feel shy about it. You'll be surprised by the amount of people who enjoys reading smut.

His attitude was killing me, and it kept the house quiet and boring. I spent the entire day alone with my books and food because I had no friends and my partner was a jerk. Reading smut books made me horny most of the time, and it reminded me of Farrell. I could not believe it at the time because I was thinking of a man who had only caused me pain.

With no money left to spend, he didn’t feel like hanging around in town. He felt extremely furtive when he snuck back into his tiny, windowless room with the books. A month before, three boys had been suspended for keeping porn mags in their room. Sam was a timid boy, and he wondered what his housemaster would do if he found Sam with these gruesome looking books. He imagined the look of shame and disappointment on his mother’s face if he were to be suspended. Sam slipped all three books into the gap between the back of his wardrobe and the wall, hoping no one would think to look there until he could get rid of them.

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

I have no idea. The books were old, some pages are rotten and smell like mushrooms in a wet forest. I smiled when I realized that these books were precious. And they were all about my kind, the Helsings. For hours, all I did was read and get drowned in these pile of books. I have never been flooded with knowledge unlike before. The more I got absorbed into the pages, the more this hatred towards the corrupted vampires grew. It was eye-opening. Written on the page was,

Samantha In all my years of owning a publishing company, I've read countless books about taboo themes. From reverse harem, erotica, age gap, incest, mafia romance, dark romance, and all the hardcore topics. I realised that, in New York, people shunned books like these, and they made sure to shut them down before they got to the public eye. I built my company to give people a chance to see through their creative imagination, no matter how dark it is. There are people who actually like reading books like these. They are invested in them too; hence, they need their fix.

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.