Sexting Smut Novels & Stories

Sext Buddy: [I’d do anything to fuck you right now. Alicia muffled her screams again, unsure of what to send back to him. It was funny because she was and always has been a horny nineteen year old virgin and she didn’t even know the guy she’s been sexting since summer. She had found his number on her phone and decided to text him and they’d started talking and ended up becoming sext buddies. He said things to her, things she could only fantasize about and she loved it. She wanted to meet him so badly but at the same time, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if they met.

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

she is screaming as I slam faster into her. The sound of our bodies colliding becomes louder, it becomes wetter, it becomes lewd, so arousing. The smell of sex permeates the entire air as I continue to slam faster into her, her ass bouncing and giggling faster against me. And that is when I lose control. My dick erupts, and I feel my juice spilling out, a violent, unstoppable gush. A little of it drops into her pussy, but I quickly pull out, allowing the rest to spill all over her ass, falling down and streaming in thick, warm rivulets.

I whispered. I brought my fingers to her thigh and squeezed the bruised place, she squirmed against mine before cumming for the second time. I sat up without pulling out of her and spanked one of her breasts before bringing my hand to her clit and starting to rub circles on it. I was close to cummin, and she was about to cum. "Cum, Xander," she moaned. "You're dying for it," she said as she squirmed. With those words, I let her entire inside fill with my fluids.

"Mmmmmmm....." I begin to hum. I squeeze my eyes shut, shifting my body weight on my knees, and grab her hips tighter. I feel myself getting close to the orgasm I'm chasing. Suddenly, the door flies open, breaking me of my rhythm. "What the fuck, man?" I shout, as Darren Pumin struts through the door. "Sorry. I thought you were done." "Santos." Sasha reaches between her legs and strokes her clit. "Keep going, Santos. I'm so close."

"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

Her little dress was almost at her waist now. "Oh Jesus," Tommy whispered aloud. Now he couldclearly see both of his stepmother's holes, including the puffy sex lips and the tiny brown hole just inches away. His hand flew up and down on his penis, moving him rapidly toward a climax. Suddenly, he moaned and began to squirt his semen. The first blast flew above Tommy and splattered onto the back of his stepmother's thigh, near the junction of her sexual parts. When Tommy saw that, his climax intensified. In his sexual fog, it didn't occur to him that he might not be able to clean it off before his stepmother awoke. Sue could barely see what was happening but she knew from his groans that he wa

“What’re you up to?” My thumbs flew across the screen. I hit send. I stared at the chat, waiting for the man I knew only as "Rex" to reply. This had been my ritual for the past three months. I’d added him on a whim. We hit it off instantly, falling hard and fast until things got intense. My phone vibrated. It was a picture, a side shot of his computer desk. A few files were scattered next to the keyboard.