Smut Book Pages Novels & Stories

Smaller ones, thin like an old bible, yellowed with page break apart. Once there pages were successfully separated, I carefully put the knife down, not wanting to slice any pages or myself. The pages smelt like mould and looked ancient, they looked like they would be grimy to the touch but they felt like silk. The amount of small little pages were like a book of their own, how could this be hidden away for so long and no one notice it?

Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.

Instead, he dips two fingers into the champagne flute in his left hand, then he brings them out and presses them past my lips. The taste of bubbles and alcohol coats my tongue as his swirls his fingers inside my mouth, making sure I get every drop of the champagne on them. “Good pet,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers which are now coated in my saliva out of his mouth. Then I'm left in shocked awe as he turns to No.2 and No. 3 “Now, share.” He presses his wet fingers into No. 2’s mouth, then into No. 3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers.

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

She says, and I see that smirk as she mind-links him. His eyes flash and I bite the inside of my cheeks, trying not to smirk knowing that although he may be an Alpha, my girl has him wrapped around her finger. I wonder what she promised him, but hey, if she promised to give him a blow job or whatever, I’m not going to question it, as long as it gets my job done. “Fine.” He says, holding out a tatted hand for the book. I smirk and pass him the books, “Pages 28-31”

I_pooped JuSt wAtTpAd What about the smut you read? Will_the_devil Um... What's smut? Quinn_beach (Quinn) Bro, please, you can't use the innocent card anymore. Will_the_devil Seriously, I have no idea what a smut is. I just read the books that Caleb suggested me to. He said it will educate me about everything I need to know. The_real_prince_charming Okay, Will...can we know the names of these books you read? Cereal_killer (Caleb)

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.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻