Smut Novels & Stories

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

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 inhale his smell and chuckled "You are…." But Leon was interrupted by the door I look in direction of the door and saw my sister,She looked at us in surprise and I saw her expression changed,she looked bitter,I smiled at her and she also forced a smile I tapped Leon to let go of me but he doesn't want to i saw my sister's expression darken.After been with my sister for a month I noticed she seems to have a crush on my husband She looked at me with a dark expression and smiled when she noticed I was staring at her. "Leon you have to let go now" I whispered to him and he groaned and reluctantly let go of me

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

As he walks to the sink, he sees a sharp knife on the edge. He smiles faintly. Sam is crazy about killing himself, but he only knows one thing to escape the reality, and it is. . . death. He is mesmerizing the knife's blade for a moment and chuckles like he is going crazy. Something is whispering to his ears, and he is fucking listening to it! He makes his pulse face his direction. The cold blade landed on his delicate and nourished skin. Sam is nuts, and he slowly slit the blade on his skin—shallow, but the sting is already painful.

"Darliiiiing." And yes, Green turned her head. It seemed to make Rubi and friends shocked then said. "Cieeeeeeeeee...sister Green and brother Langit are dating.....," Green's face blushed, between annoyed at Langit and shamed with the excitement of Rubi and friends. Without taking too long, Green quickly pulled over, walking with her wide steps. Langit who saw it was laughing, his intention to seduce Green was successful. He immediately approached Green on the terrace, the woman was licking her hands, it's clearly seen that Green was cold.

he chortled. "Ow! It is a matter of life and death!" I uttered as I swiped the video call button. Once Adam accepted, I saw a messy-looking witch with some eye gunk popping out of his eyes. I scoffed at his squinting look and secretly took a picture. This is a perfect blackmail image, I could use it in the future.

Zadicus smirked, knowing how Daphne resents when someone calls her a witch. “Amusing. But, is taking off a curse or alarming enough to stop me? Do you think you can stop this?” Katastrofi asked, exhaling, holding his scythe with both of his hands and moving it down. A strong pressure flew by and before they all could perceive what happened, all those thousand people who were going to run away were dead. Their eyes widened, witnessing how a dark purple smoke was emitting from the thousand people he managed to kill in one basic slash.

There wasn't a card, just a tag, and I sat to open the gift. Inside a small cube box was a snowglobe, but instead of white flakes there was sand. A few tiny seashells settled to the bottom, and when the water cleared, two figurines emerged. A girl with long dark hair standing next to a guy with short reddish hair. A wooden slat sign on a post in a dune was beside them that read Seasmoke. The gift had to have been custom made and it ripped the breath from my lungs.

I said. “Good” “Are you a new student?” He asked. I shook my head and “Come back” I answered. “How about you?” I asked “Last year” He answered and he threw his cigarette on the ground and he stepped on it and then he picked a piece of rolled paper like a cigarette inside his pocket and lit it again and smoked it. It smells like a dried, burning leaf or grass I cannot distinguish. “What is your name?” I asked “Devon… Devon David” He answered and coughed hard and his eyes turned red.