Smolder Meme Novels & Stories

"Yes. Beach, sand, sun. I got a new bikini. I can't wait to wear it." I could use the break myself. My father had named the Memmer's beach house Seasmoke years ago. It was actually the name of the private drive the house was on, near a clandestine area of Myrtle Beach. A week without work, stress, or small town minds. To wade in the surf and lounge around the bonfire at dusk. To have that connection to each other, to our past, made the yearly trip down the coast a priority. Seasmoke was different than Wylie in many ways. More like a dream, really. The fantasy and magic there couldn't be found here. Wylie was as picturesque as it was ordinary.

It said Let's meet. Where have u been? she replied. Busy. Wanna meet? Yes! I've been dreaming of your cock! Where and when? Smokey's. 10 tonight. Wear something sexy. No underwear. It'll only get in the way. Smokey's was a popular bar and grill in town. Cya then! she replied. *****

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A tear rolled down Molly's cheek and it was genuine. Her ass was radiating so much heat she thought her father could roast marshmallows on it. Her pussy though, oh God, that was warm and dripping, as well. Even with her breasts pressed tight against the wooden desk, Molly could feel her nipples harden like little gemstones.

"Absolutely smoldering. Like, call the fire department' smoldering." "Okay, I'm sold," Katherine laughed. "What's his name?"

*Tanner* The acrid smell of smoke mixed with the scent of charred wood hung heavily in the air, clinging to my lungs like a dense fog. The pack grounds were unrecognizable. Once a vibrant hub filled with laughter and life lies in ruins, silhouetted against the pale morning sky, an ash-covered graveyard of memories. I stood at the edge of what used to be the central meeting hall, a gaping maw of darkness where laughter once echoed. The flames had devoured it, leaving mere skeletal remnants that told a story of destruction far deeper than mere buildings.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

Off-limits obviously means arousing as fuck to me. "Alright," I hold up the marshmallow I put on a stick to Riley. "Hold this over the flame and let it get nice and toasted, burnt if you want. When it's done, we'll stick it in between this chocolate and a graham cracker. That's a s'more." "It's good," Hadley reassures her. "You'll like it, I promise." I grip my hand over her small one to help her hold it steady. Her look of concentration reminds me of Hadley and I can't keep the smile off my face. "You want it toasted or burnt?"

They are helping their parents get ready for a small bonfire. Merigold told the big kids to help gather sticks if they wanted smores. That got them moving. I might go have some in a few. For now I wanted to enjoy the view. I don’t get to do this often. So I am going to soak up as much as I can. I hear footsteps coming down the dock but ignore them. Even when they sit down next to me. One deep breath and I know it is Goof. How he can still smell like lemon oil and sandalwood after swimming with the kids I’ll never know. He still has his shirt off keeping his abs on display for all to see.

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌