Novel & Cerita Smut Short Stories

SAMANTHA’S POV The Thai takeout is still warm in my hands when I put my key into Jake’s apartment door. Urghh he better fix this lock for real. I’m smiling because tonight I’m actually trying, showing up, being present. No distractions. Yayy me. Eww…I sound weird now. He's just a man Samantaha. Don't act like a fucking idiot. Breathe girl, he's just a man. The lock clicks. I push the door open. “Jake? I brought dinner.”

“Unilag’s been choking the life out of me. Lectures bleeding into nights, group projects that go nowhere, the constant noise in my head. I couldn’t take it anymore. Came here to let the lagoon do its thing. Chill. Smoke. Forget the rest for a while.” We fell into it easily, words weaving between us like the smoke that soon followed. She spoke of dodging deadlines and professors who treated students like machines, her laughter breaking through when she described sneaking off campus mid-afternoon, heart pounding like she’d robbed a bank. I told her about the soul-sucking reports, the way time stretched thin under fluorescent lights. The blunt she pulled from her bag changed hands without cerem

Inside was a single black lace thong and a note in Nathan’s handwriting. Wear these next time the printer jams. I’ll know. I laughed until I cried. Then I put them on under my dress and went to the copy room and touched myself again, this time thinking about him on the other side of the ocean knowing exactly what I was doing. The affair is over. The hunger is not. And every time I walk past that beige machine I feel a secret, filthy thrill that no promotion, no raise, no respectable relationship has ever been able to match.

She still wouldn't take her eyes off Simurd nodded and left the room. “What a cutie. Did you try something with her?" I sighed as he asked. “I already knew, hahaha, good Richard ‘no fuck’ attacks again. I'm sure if you try hard, you will achieve it." He said. "It's easy for you, the girls hardly see you, and you draw their attention," I replied. Simurd was a tall man with good-looking green eyes, and to everyone's surprise, it was impossible for us to hate him. He was a good guy.

She blew a kiss and cut the feed. The room went quiet except for Nina’s soft, exhausted moans and the sound of milk dripping onto the sheets. Liam kissed her forehead. Rita kissed her lips. The baby latched again. And Nina smiled through the haze of pain and pleasure, already wet for the next time. Because some families are built on love. This one was built on cum. And they were only getting started. THE END

Two and half years ago : Smaran was sitting in his father's cabin troubled and his eyes filled with tears. He was thinking something in trouble that suddenly the cabin door opens and Amit enters inside. As soon as the sight of him falls on Amit, he runs away and embraces him. Amit hugs him back and asks him to handle himself and after 2 minutes he breaks the hug.

While I played with his prick, trying to get it to rise to the occasion, he found a porno movie on the TV. We had often used smut to excite us. We teased each other about doing the things in the pornos or the XXXerotica stories. The flick he had chosen to watch was about a wife cheating on her husband. I wasn’t sure why he picked that movie. I knew he was turned on by that sort of thing, but was afraid that he might get suspicious. I asked him. “Why did you pick this movie? It’s about wives fucking around on their husbands. Does that turn you on?”

Precum smeared across my skin. “Look at you,” he growled softly. “Begging your Stepdaddy for a job with your tits out like a little slut.” I moaned quietly, squeezing my breasts tighter around him. The friction felt so good. My pussy was soaking wet under my skirt. I started rocking my body in rhythm with his thrusts, milking his cock with my tits. Staff voices drifted through the door — someone asking about a meeting. The danger made me even wetter. Damien fucked my boobs harder, his thick shaft gliding faster between them. The head kept hitting my jaw, sometimes brushing against my lips. I stuck my tongue out, licking the tip every time it came close.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.