Short Smut Stories Novels & Stories

Sue rarely protested. Each morning he would stop by as she dressed for work. Within seconds, she would have his penis in her mouth. Then a minute later, she would be drinking his sperm. Most evenings it was a replay. Sue was actually disappointed when they missed a morning or evening. She almost felt like she had become addicted to her stepson's semen. Sue was in her bathrobe after her shower one morning a week or so later. She had just taken her panties out of the drawer when Tommy tapped

I started to move my cock slowly inside her. Just then I heard a knock. I didn't stop soon I heard the door opening. "What the fuck is going on here?" On time as expected! I smirked against her lips while kissing her. ****************************************** ✨Hi guys, ✨Who do you think it was? How are they gonna react to it? ✨So how was the chapter? It's my first time writing a smut that to forced. ✨Do let me know!! ✨ Please do vote and share my story guys

" Alfi exclaimed. I get irritated and pushing Alfi”s forehead with my index finger. "Hey, you little scum! Do you think I write a mere pure comedy story?! A story that focuses on 1 aspect won”t do any good! A story like Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso which has a sad story has a good comedy aspect to make people enjoy the story! And what do you mean by inferior story anyway? Your story is lower than this one! A Nijikon who doesn’t care about his life and he is a weirdo and perv? Hah! Don”t make me laugh!" I exclaimed irritated.

Short Story's Blurb: After five years together, I, Vesta Blake, find out Lucien, my Alpha mate, has canceled our anniversary dinner date to spend time with Charmaine, the Beta's daughter he's been close to since childhood. The betrayal sinks in as I confront him, his dismissive response shattering the love I've held onto for so long. Deciding enough is enough, I break up with him and reclaim my independence. But Alpha Lucien starts to start chasing me, craving me even after our break-up and rejection.

“Glad you enjoyed her… and glad you love the pussy, because I also love this pussy… she is such a slot who is so much lost in pleasure and love massive cocks than anything… she is addicted to sex and to big massive cock… what a slut.” The stranger then turned toward the door, then paused and looked back at me. I was still on the floor with my legs spread and my two fingers were slowly sliding in and out of my wet dripping cunt. He pulled a small card from his wallet and crouched down beside me, holding it out.

Two and half years ago : Smaran was sitting in his father's cabin troubled and his eyes filled with tears. He was thinking something in trouble that suddenly the cabin door opens and Amit enters inside. As soon as the sight of him falls on Amit, he runs away and embraces him. Amit hugs him back and asks him to handle himself and after 2 minutes he breaks the hug.

My pussy kept fluttering around him, little aftershocks making me clench and release, milking the last drops out of him. Cum was everywhere—smeared between us, dripping onto the seat, soaking into my shorts where they were still shoved aside. Mom turned in her seat then, holding up a family-size bag of chips. “You two want some? We’ve got a ranch and barbecue.” I forced a smile, face flushed, hair sticking to my forehead, trying to look normal even though Edmond’s softening cock was still nestled deep inside me, cum slowly leaking out with every tiny shift. “Yeah, sure, thanks Mom,” I managed, voice a little too high.

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.