Smut For Women Novels & Stories

she teased, wiggling her brows like she’d just cracked the world’s funniest joke. I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. “Very funny.” “I know, right? I’m hilarious.” She stretched like a cat before flopping back on her pillow. “You know, it’s wild how women used to be treated over this stuff. Like, can you imagine being locked up in a hut for a week every month because men thought you were ‘unclean’? The irony is they’re the ones who can’t even locate the clitoris, but sure, we’re the problem.”

Fu," I say firmly. Immediately, I see how the women who seemed to be hesitating, approach me. The ants who were just watching, join in showing themselves so firm and scary that they don't look like the submissive omegas everyone is used to seeing. "What are you guys doing, you should be cleaning toilets or the floor!" shouts Mr. Fu. "Women help women. This is a message not only for the omegas, but, for every woman who being a wolf or not, has gone through humiliations from men who only hurt us because they know that complete they can't control us" says a woman from the domestic service.

I've fucked many women throughout my life, but I had just realized that with Sky it was different. When had I ever recovered so quickly? I practically pulled my cock out, and it was already hard again from watching it twitch around my fingers. In the bathroom, she leaned in the mirror, looking at her lip. I stood behind her and spanked her ass, placing myself between her legs. She looked up at me and smiled as her tongue licked her full lips. I slowly sank back into her, her walls enveloping my entire intimacy, and God, when I saw her smile in the mirror, I nearly killed her.

Life had to go on somehow. Once again, I went back to work as a Grab driver. I gave the car a thorough deep clean inside and out. I swapped in new seat covers. I even taped a bold black-and-white sign on the passenger seat: [No smoking. Offenders will be banned. Recording in progress.] Every once in a while, passengers would steal glances at my flat chest and Adam’s apple before blurting out, “Was the whole thing online true? Are you really a woman?” I shifted the gear and drove off. My driving was practiced and smooth.

He smiled politely and headed to his home office. I couldn’t stop staring as he walked away. His powerful frame, the quiet authority in his stride… I caught myself twirling a lock of hair. Later, I texted my friend Sam: “DILF ALERT. Her husband is insanely hot. I want to ride him right in that office chair. I’d drop under his desk in a heartbeat. Queen Slut status incoming?” Sam and I laughed about it in our volleyball group chat. It was all fantasy..or so I told myself. Our “Queen Slut” title went to whoever had done the wildest thing lately. The previous holder had sucked off two different guys in one night.

Jack "Pearl!" One of the other women admonishes the old lady, but she just laughs in response. My mouth drops in shock as my eyes swivel between Everett and the old lady trying to figure out what the hell she's talking about. "What does that mean?" Everett asks and a round of giggles goes around the room. "Smut is... A descriptive romance. With spicy scenes." One of the women says. "Literary p**n." Another one adds. "Cliterature, if you will." Someone else supplies with a chuckle. The word triggers something I've always wondered about.