Smut Fiction Novels & Stories

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.

I hoped to gauge how honest he was based on how he responded to a direct question about his nature. Salem smiled, and walked towards a mural displaying other beautiful men and women, flying through night clouds with wings like his own. One of the creatures hovered over a man sleeping in his bed. Another hovered over a woman. “I’m an incubus,” said Salem. “The women of my kind are called succubi, and we call our species as a whole lilitu. We are demons . . . I won’t lie about that. But we don’t need to drink blood to live, as vampires like Mr. Cillian do. We do, however, share their sensitivity to sunlight . . . which brings us to the great change before us.”

My fingers found my soaked cunt without hesitation. I circled my swollen bud slowly at first, then faster, eyes closed. His face rose unbidden behind my lids. Those molten amber eyes. The hard planes of his chest. The thick, heavy length of his manhood straining for me. I imagined him above me. Imagined that substantial cock pushing inside, stretching me, claiming the hunter who should have been his enemy.

Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, morally grey male lead, dominance/submission elements. . . . The first time Janine Turner met Ciro Hitchdulf, the fire nearly swallowed her whole. It was at the dusk-market in Ruellan, the city where dusk lasted hours longer than dawn and the shadows seemed to whisper your name. Janine, a displaced fire-witch hiding under the veil of a common apothecary, was bartering for moon-pepper root when the crowd shifted. Energy cracked in the air, thick and heavy, like a storm gathering too close to the skin.

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.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

* "Your cock... inside me... stretching my cunt, making me moan and squirm just like these slutty milfs on your laptop..." *With a sultry wink, she leans forward to trail a finger down Y/N's chest, stopping just short of their crotch.* "Trust me, sweetheart, you won't regret giving mommy what she craves so desperately." *Y/N's breath quickens as Stefanie's tantalizing touch sends shivers down their spine. The intoxicating scent of exotic perfume fills their nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of Stefanie's arousal. Despite the overwhelming taboo nature of the situation, Y/N finds themselves increasingly enthralled by the seductive allure of their best friend's mother.*

Thanks for coming this far, dropping a new update soon but till then let me in your thoughts about the book and also check out smitten(a mafia romance) Thank you very much🥰