Short Smut Stories Novels & Stories

"Do you want to know another fun way to eat Ice cream?" And the smiling man nodded. As they kissed, they began to succumb to their honesty as their desire and their passion slowly turned into real love. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Mechanic”

Chapter 2. It was almost midnight when Sierra realised that she had only written a total of 5 SENTENCES!! And about three of them were insults. She groaned and pushed her laptop away from herself “ugh this book hates me” Malachi noticed the look of frustration on her face and teased…”what’s wrong?” with a little giggle. “Oh shut up” she groaned…again, throwing a piece of crumpled paper across the room. It missed completely. “Oh I missed by a mile” she said to him sarcastically.

One would think her humorous tales were just for laughs or to pad the word count, but by the conclusion, it became evident that she was laying out foreshadows throughout. While working on her first novel, "Mizzy" also wrote several short pieces, each around two thousand words, which she simultaneously published on ScribeSphere and shared on social media platforms. These bite-sized stories, light-hearted and humorous in tone, could be devoured in mere minutes. Their appeal was evident when they were repeatedly shared across platforms, gaining her a good number of followers. However, many read her short stories without noting the author behind them, completely unaware of "Mizzy."

Just a house full of smoke and laughter. Amethyst remembers crying on Citra’s lap after a boy broke her heart in fifth grade. Citra had offered to turn him into a newt. Nora—soft and shaking—tells how Citra helped her through her miscarriage. How she showed up with soup, silence, and a fierce kind of love. Each story is a seed. And each seed is scattered. By the end, the mound is covered in wildflowers. And we are all crying. Hawk closes the circle.

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

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.

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

I threw on a simple tank top that rubbed against my bare tits and soft cotton shorts that clung to my ass, no bra, nipples already stiff from the morning chill. Downstairs the smell of coffee hit me hard and I heard Liam before I even saw my twenty-year-old son loud and excited, talking nonstop about his all-day gaming marathon with his online crew, his voice carrying through the kitchen like he owned the morning. Ryan came down right after, Liam’s cocky best friend who was crashing here for the whole summer. Shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock hanging heavy and obvious, the fat head pressing against the gray fabric every time he moved.

he murmured, guiding me to a secluded corner near the lockers, the gym’s hum a distant backdrop. His hand slid to my waist, fingers grazing my abs, then lower, rubbing my cock through the fabric. “Hard already,” he teased, his touch bold, and I nodded, breath hitching. He unbuttoned my shorts, freeing my erection, and spat into his hand, stroking me with a firm grip. I moaned softly, the risk of being seen fueling my arousal, and he leaned in, kissing me hard, his tongue dominating mine.