Sexting Smut Novels & Stories

Meph curves his lips into a tamed, harmless smile-- The audience could be really useful to him. The more they were riled up, the better actually. He felt like he was back in his bedroom, no longer a “hero” in the Tiral, but that top streamer again, manipulating emotions for big, easy money. Just like now. The vicious cursing finally slowed down, and some other tone appeared here and there. HDzwZvx: [You are so cool, pretty boy. I like you in the little red hoodie!]

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.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Grumpy asshole: What? I sighed exasperatedly. Of course he doesn't know what sexting means. Me: are sex chatting me? Grumpy asshole: If that means wanting to see a picture of your cunt, then, yes. I am. Me: wtf, Carlo. Despite my shock, I felt a familiar tug in my stomach. Grumpy asshole: Do it. Take your underwear of, and send me a picture of your pussy. My heartbeat was slamming against ribcage with anticipation.

"Wow, Aaron! Check out that beauty! She's stunning! Look at her big hooters!“ I couldn't help but exclaim. The woman had a presence that was hard to ignore, with her tight clothing barely containing her figure, prominently displaying her attributes. Aaron shot me a disdainful look. "Come on, show some class. Don’t embarrass me!" I was taken aback—Aaron used to be even hornier than I was. What had changed? Soon enough, I understood why. Aaron led me to a room at the entrance of the campsite, where several men were already inside. In front of them was a large screen divided into several smaller segments, each displaying videos of various women. The men were commenting and occasionally chucklin

Caution, bad smut scene, if you r under 18, I'm not your mother, enjoy. Callina joined the couples, going for Jace's pants, finally relieving the pressure, his penis was quick to poke out, with a glistering top, with expert hands she worked him up, spitting on her hand to add more friction to the red member, feeling the veins under her hand. It's been a while for Jace and she knew it, she decided to torture him a bit.

I questioned within, banging harder like a lunatic. When I looked down at the slut—who had her wig pulling off from her hair, destroying the image of Anna from my head— my cravings to feel the real thing got to me really hard. Like a shot, "ARGH!" I gave one last bang into the slut's hole, feeling my sperm flowing right out of me and into her. She moaned out hard, as her legs trembled, feeling that hot semen streaming in between her legs. "Next time, it will be your body under mine, Anna. I am dying to know how it feels having my cock inside you. I want to fill you up with my cum," I muttered, pulling my dick out of the slut.

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.

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.