Smut For Guys Novels & Stories

He lets out a moan before looking back into my eyes. “Ava, those are not flaws, nor are they fat rolls, they are called love handles for a reason. Not all women are lucky enough to have them. It takes a real woman to pull them off, and you are a goddess for carrying them so well,” he says softly, making me weak in my knees. I’ve never met someone like him. He has a sex addiction. Usually, men suffering from said affliction have a type and a specific fantasy in their heads. I can’t imagine I fit either one of those things for Seymore.

She blinked, “I’m not a slut.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, shut up. Calling people that exchange nudes sluts is wrong you dimwit. And you are a slut, I’ve read your texts with him and I even got horny!! I didn’t even know you could text dirty things. Just send him a nude, you have an amazing body and I’m sure he’d love to see, don’t just show your face yeah?” “But I don’t know how to take nudes, what am I supposed to do or wear?”

How many of his kind would ever have that? Still, the Blonde tom stopped short of approaching. He didn't know if he really had anything to offer Spitfire. He'd had two serious relationships in his life and both had ended over intimacy issues. Guru was told he was super sexy by enough toms to believe it was true. But he was terrible at sex. He was too big in so many places - big paws, big heart, big cock. Which wouldn't be a problem if he could will it to stay hard for long enough to please his lovers. It was so embarrassing and made Guru feel defective.

Vermont snorted. Felicity glanced at him and said, "He posted those pictures on his social media, which is not the same as you being naked right in front of me." Vermont's mouth twitched, "Hey, miss bandit. I'm telling you, based on my experience, men who like to take pictures of their abs are either scumbags or gay. So remember to keep your eyes out; this applies to 90% of the population."

he explained, adding, “You will not have to look for clients, the guys I will pay you directly and I won’t earn anything from you.” I said, “To be honest, the only man I want to sleep with is you.” Tom: “We will have sex, do not worry, the fact that you have sex with other men makes me want you even more, that’s why I am asking you. And the fact that I will be the only one leaving the sperm inside me connects us deeply. If you allow other men to cum inside you, this deep connection has no meaning.”

Smitty had come into my bedroom calmer than I expected. “So, you want to talk shit to yo’ moms now young lady? You think you grown now cuz’ you dun let some little nigga thump you?” I was over the fact that both my parents thought I was out here being sexually active with anyone; still at 14 I had only had sex with Smitty. Most boys in my school thought I was weird and the high school boys would take me out but thought I was too young to sleep with. I rolled over and looked Smitty amorously in his eyes allowing a portion of my breast to show through the neckline of my nightgown,

Happily leading the way, she sat on one corner of a couch, Ben and Tony cattycorner to her on the other with Gary sitting beside her. "So, Camille said you're married?" Ben asked. "I am," she confirmed. "His name's Duncan. He's actually been in a few scenes with some of the other girls." "Bearded guy, right?" Ben asked. "Pretty well-endowed." "That's my baby," she confirmed. "But don't you kinda have to be big down there to be in the p**n industry?" They all smiled and chuckled at her question. "Actually, no, there are some dudes that are average," Ben said. "Size doesn't hurt but it's more about being able to get hard and stay hard."

I ask numbly, thoughts of Emma’s baby waters hitting me months back and looking at what he’s doing with that same grim expression as that day. “No, you didn’t pee, baby. You had a very real orgasm, meaning I was doing something completely right. I think this proves my theory that I am the guy for you. Not every girl can do this.” He looks so fucking happy and I keep staring at him like he has lost his ever-loving mind. Why did I get the weird one? “Why are you smiling, we’re messy and wet and now you don’t have a shirt.” I point out, not sure this is ever going to be a good memory at all. Standing dry, dress back to rights and staring at my half naked man looking as if he’s high.

he finishes. "Thank you," I reply. "Is the bastard treating you well?" Smokey questions. I stay calm and he pulls me towards him, his face pushing towards mine. "Is Don Sorvino hurting you in any way?" he asks, biting out every word, his eyes searching my face. Hurt me? Fuck no! But the sex? That's fucking great. But I can't tell my best friends I am having sex with Mr. Sin, that's not cool.

“Well from experience, uncircumcised cocks tend to have all that crap hidden in them that sometimes even a shower can’t get to. I’ll never have that in my mouth again.” “It's called smegma,” I supplied, thoroughly amused. “Ugh.” Brianna shuddered. “I hate that word. So.... He's uncircumcised?" "Brianna!" I protested. "He's not!" "He's not circumcised or he's not uncircumcised?" I gave her a sidelong glance. Now I was ready to speak. My guard was down and I felt comfortable to talk. “Well, we slept together, and it was the best sex I've ever had.”