Smut Short Novels Novels & Stories

Also, please do check out my main works on my other profile (InamorataFeels) and I'm sure you'll absolutely love them. 1. BABY'S DADDY (pregnancy-romance) 2. HER DILEMMA (erotica) 3. ALACRIMIA (General fiction) 4. ON AIR (pregnancy-romance) Thanks in advance Once again, thanks for the reads and everything!

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—

Rival Roommates The room smelled like sweat, cum, and pure sex. The sheets under us were already soaked. My ass leaked Ethan’s first load every time I moved, warm and sticky down my thighs. My own cum was smeared across my stomach and his chest. We were both breathing hard, bodies shiny with sweat, but neither of us was done. Not even close. Ethan lay on his back, cock still half-hard and glistening with our mess. He looked over at me with that same cocky smirk, even though his chest was heaving.

He kept talking, but his eyes kept shifting back to my exposed pussy every few seconds. Halfway through the class, he gave us a task; ten minutes to jot down our analysis of a short poem he projected on the screen. Everyone around me bowed their heads, scribbling away. I picked up my pen for a moment, pretending to write, then set it down. While the rest of the class was focused on their notebooks, I leaned back slightly in my chair, slipped one hand under the desk, and slowly started touching myself.

Do not continue out of curiosity or because you feel obligated to finish what you started. This is smut. Explicit. Unapologetic. Fictional. I am not encouraging, endorsing, or normalizing any of the acts depicted. They exist only on the page. If you choose to continue, do so with full awareness that this is fiction—and nothing more. — Kiss K ****** A Bumpy Ride Alexia’s POV “Fuuuuck… Ahhh!”

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

The circle was drawn in Himalayan salt and crushed pomegranate seeds, the air thick with the scent of burnt honey and Ava's desperation. She wasn't praying; she was bargaining. Her knife, usually an extension of her will, felt heavy and dull in her hand. The critics' words echoed, derivative, lacking fire, safe, carved deeper wounds than any blade. Michelin stars felt like distant, dying embers. Inspiration had deserted her like a fickle lover. So, she turned to the unconventional section of her grandmother's grimoire, the one bound in suspiciously soft, warm leather. Incubus Minor: For Creative Ignition. Price: Nights of Service.

“Fuck it! I love your cock!” It was too late to take it back because she could see the hurt clearly written on Ariel’s face. Her breathe caught in her throat when Noel pulled at her hair aggressively as he pounded into her. Lorna cried out in pain and pleasure as she and Noel reached climax. AUTHOR NOTE It is a very unique experience to create a story very dear to my heart and get to share it with you! This is my first time writing a smut book so I want as much as possible keep it long like my other books. I still think I am doing a great job as a first timer. I hope it was fun reading this short book just as it was fun for me while writing.

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.

He stared between my thighs for a long second, then dragged his gaze back up. “I read the new story you submitted last night,” he said, voice low and tight. “The one about the girl who sucks off her professor in his office while the rest of the building is still full of people.” My cunt clenched. “Did you like it?” “I jerked off to it at two in the morning with my wife asleep three feet away.” He stepped between my knees, forced them wider with his hands. “You’re a filthy little cunt, you know that?” “Yes, Professor.”