Smut Reader Meaning Novels & Stories

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

She swallowed it all greedily, her tongue milking me dry, not releasing me until I was a trembling, boneless mess slumped against the wall. She popped off with a wet smack, her tongue darting out to lick the last drop from her swollen lips while locking eyes with me, her gaze pure fire. "Better, baby?" "That was... fuck, I can't even think," I panted, my brain fried, but she just smirked, that predatory gleam making my spent cock twitch.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

I groaned deeply, one hand gently threading into her bun, not forcing, just guiding. “That’s it,” I rasped. “Just like that, baby. Use your tongue.” She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She took more of me, bobbing her head slowly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Saliva dripped down my shaft as she worked me, her hands stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her glasses fogged slightly. Her bun was coming loose. She looked utterly debauched, an innocent librarian, I guessed on her knees with a stranger’s cock in her mouth, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

If you are reading this, I love you, and you matter. And I hope you’re all hungry for more smut! Love, HRH

It looked like something that should be hidden behind locked glass in a questionable bookstore aisle. I flipped it open anyway, because apparently I had no survival instincts left. "Please.. I cant-" I paused. Read it again. Then slowly looked up at him. “…I’m not reading this.” His eyebrow lifted. “You promised.” “This is not a book. This is—this is literal smut disguised as literature.” “Exactly,” he said, way too calm. I smacked the book against his arm. “Pervert.” “Reader,” he corrected immediately, like that was important. Then leaned back like he had all the time in the world. “Come on. We had a deal.” I stared at him.

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.

His neatly trimmed van dyke beard framed a knowing smirk. “Like what you see, kid?” Kathy purred, voice low and husky as she sauntered closer. Her hips swayed hypnotically, those thick thighs rubbing together with every step. “Jim lost the bet, so tonight… I get to play with a handsome young stud while he watches.” I downed the rest of my wine in one gulp, heart hammering. “This… this is my first threesome,” I admitted, voice rough. Kathy laughed softly, a warm, filthy sound, and cupped my face. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take such good care of you.”

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

“I already finished the book you lent me. Can I borrow more?” “Sure, do you want the same romance, or do you want it to be different? Like smut?” she asked, her grin was so wide I could practically see all her teeth. “Smut?” The word felt odd on my tongue, so I tilted my head, genuinely puzzled. Not only did she look absolutely thrilled, but it was the first time I’d ever heard that word. For most of my life, the only books I’d read were about history or science. Novels were still a new territory.