Sexting Smut Novels & Stories

thick ropes of cum splashing his abs, hand milking every drop. We panted — staring at each other through the screen — both wrecked, both smiling. “That was…” I whispered. “Amazing,” he finished. “And it’s just the start.” We talked a little more — soft, sweet — until sleep pulled at me. But the sexting marathon had begun. The next day it was constant. Jax: Morning, trouble. Dreaming about last night. What're you wearing to work? Ella: Jeans and t-shirt. Boring. You?

“It’s been…what, fourteen days? And every morning I wake up and realize I slept with my ex-boyfriend’s elder brother. Not just that, I had angry, vengeful, phenomenal sex with him!” “He must have made your toes curl if you describe it as that.” She turns on a vibrator shaped like a lipstick, making a comment about needing a new one. Then she turns to me. “You’ve never for once called sex with Colt phenomenal.” I nearly hurl the brain ball at her. “Stop joking around with my predicament. It’s wrong! It’s a violation of like, five different morality codes!” Emma, still completely unfazed, holds up two bottles of creamy liquid. “Which lube should I get? Strawberry or peppermint?”

Scenes of mating. Sienna gasps. "NO! GIVE ME THAT!" I turn it so she sees what page I’m on. It shows the male licking the female’s inner thigh. “This is your fantasy?” I ask. “They look like me. This male pleases her. You… like this?” Her face explodes red. “That’s not...it's just art! It’s fantasy smut! Don’t judge me!” I lower the book and stare at her. She is panting. Flustered. Beautiful.

The most important thing was satisfying myself after such a frustrating morning. “Damn, Jack…” “Shit, Zoe. Your pussy is driving me crazy! I want to touch it!” Jack growled, and I knew he was also doing something to his dick. If he were here, I’d gladly do something for him with my tongue and lips. “You can touch it…” I sped up my finger movements and knew I’d soon get what I needed, “Please touch me!” “Yes, Zoe. I’ll do it…” Shit, I was about to climax just from my fingers and Jack’s voice on the video call.

she crack*d up laughing. “You are so dead,” I mouthed to Samantha and her eyes instantly turned into huge saucers before she turned back to the video calling sextuplet sister of hers. “So umm, Dre and Xeon should rest. They clearly did something hansy pansy in the forest, they clearly reek of “it”. Might openly say that they engaged in Olympic style sex. So I will call you back soon, Joy,” Samantha replied hurriedly.

“You look like you’ve decided to accept your fate as an erotica department intern.” That was certainly one way to term it. “I’m just considering the editing skills and experience I will gain,” he replied. “It’s just editing someone else’s work. The fact that it’s mostly smut doesn’t make much of a difference.” Becca gave him a thumbs up. “That’s the spirit. I’ll start forwarding you some applications.” The contents of the first application had him completely bypassing his determination to stay and he was ready to walk out the door, a mere two minutes after boasting that editing smut wasn’t that different. He eyed up the written text again and sighed. Why was the sex scene so graphic?

Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking Every Cock In Sight Double Penetrated and Degraded: The Maid’s True Calling Pussy on the Edge: Used Until She Could Barely Walk The Master’s Debt: Taking It All From Every Side

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

All I could do was stay in bed and wallow in my misery. Of course, I wouldn't even add how embarrassed and ashamed I was now that I had been sober for some days. The photo I sent...the sexts...oh my God. I died on the inside every time I opened my phone and went through them like the sadist I was. I knew I was only bringing myself pain, but I kept reading them to figure out if they were salvageable or something. If maybe I could get away with something I did. But noooo.

“Breed me again. Fill my slutty cunt until it overflows. I want to feel your hot cum flooding my womb while the whole city might be watching.” Mr. Vance slammed in deep with one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her cervix. Sara cried out at the stretch, her pussy still sensitive from the previous rounds. “Fuck, this cunt is so loose and creamy now,” he groaned, starting to pound her hard. The table shook beneath them. Wet, obscene squelching sounds echoed in the large room as his cock churned the cum already inside her. “Listen to that. Your pussy is so full of my seed it’s making filthy noises every time I fuck you. You’re nothing but a walking cum bucket now.”