Sexting Smut Novels & Stories

A serious, classy pussy-licking deficit, to put it plainly. Lucas closed that gap on the very first try. He read my body like he’d memorized it, teasing my swollen folds, circling my clit with perfect pressure until I shattered. He knew exactly when to suck harder, when to slide his tongue inside me, drawing out my wetness and making me grind against his face in desperate need. Now his dirty texts had me soaked again. Sexting was new territory, thrilling and addictive. My mind burned with possibilities. “Will you be a good, obedient girl for me? ” he sent.

He thrust two fingers in instead of one and Alesa moaned louder , bucking her hips against his hands. For all the ones who wanted smut😂😂 Continued in next chapter..❤😂 Muah! ❤✨ Smut credit goes to guilloteen12 I can't really write smut so I asked her and I'm really thankful to her that she decided to help...❤

The conversations that made her feel alive, seen, wanted. Him: If I had you right now, I’d make you forget your name. Her cheeks flushed as she read his words again, biting her lip. There were voice notes, teasing ones, sultry ones. And there were hers too—little moans, breathy messages she had recorded when no one was home. Every word was intimacy wrapped in secrecy. She scrolled up to their first flirtation. How innocent it started. Then came the nicknames. The fantasies. The slow descent into obsession.

Me: Who says I want to be saved? "Holy shit now you're doing it now. Aren't you?" I don't know if I should be amused or concerned about Rita's excitement at the possibility of me sexting with Federico. It's been a while since I sent anyone messages that weren't business-related. At the age of eighteen, I was an expert at sexting. When I decided to pursue Christian, I brought my A-game. Learning about seduction, teasing, and basically anything that might have helped me win him over. I remember stripping away my shame and being determined to do anything to make him want me. That was over ten years ago. I'm afraid if I attempted to send a sexy message to Federico, I'd just embarrass myself.

"Fuck, I promise you're going to sit for breakfast with my cum dripping through your panties while I smile at your mom, thinking what I've done to her daughter without her knowing." "You're sick," I moaned, but I cum twice more before he even finished. He pulled out, and his cum pulled a rope across my stomach. He rubbed it with his palm, smearing it like he was drawing something. I lay there, coated in him, inside and out, watching him smear his cum on my skin until even my pussy clenched. "Let's quickly go and take a shower before our parents come down and find us like this," he said. "It'll be too bad if we get caught."

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

Three of her little fingers jammed in and out of her dripping pussy while she rubbed her clit in harsh rhythm. "Well, well, well. Hello, slutty sis," he said coyly, smirking at her as he dug into his boxers and brought out his dick. “Sam!” Lucy gasped, fingers still pumping her pussy wetly. Her deer caught in headlights eyes. The wet, squishy sounds of her pussy being fucked. The delicious scent of her wet pussy lingering in the air. And of course, the ethereal sight of her heavenly body. Sam had never been so turned on in his life.

Sex after sex, after sex. That's practically what the Shaming is. I know most people would like that-constant sex, but not me. The Shaming might have been wonderful if shamed right, if your pussy won't be overworked by a good number of men. The Shaming has caused wolves a lot. Broken bonds, broken homes, broken relationships, infertility, and in rare cases, infection. The Shaming simply means nonstop sex from dusk till dawn that leads to death.