Smut Short Stories Novels & Stories

Madison had never liked me. She had always treated me with cold indifference. But ever since I moved into this house, she had never outright insulted me before. This was the first time. The word mute pierced into my chest like a needle, crushing the excitement I had foolishly let myself feel moments earlier. She stormed upstairs in just a few strides and returned to her room, leaving me standing there alone like an idiot. "Mr. Simpson, even though you and Miss Clarke are getting engaged, everyone knows about your condition. Wouldn't it be better to just behave yourself and keep the peace?"

Tears run down my cheeks as I relive what I had been trying to put behind me. "The first guy kept trying to kiss my face and squeeze my breasts. The other one kept telling him to hurry up before they got caught. When he ripped my panties off, I tried to squeeze my legs together, but he forced them apart. I was crying so hard, and he laughed while he jammed his fingers inside me. His friend kept taunting him, telling him to fuck me hard. When he pulled his pants down, he rammed into me so hard I felt like I was going to be sick. No matter how hard I tried to get him off me, he wouldn't budge. He went fast and hard. When he was finally done, he laid on me and asked if it was as good for me as

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

Chapter Three – Haven’s Hearth The Ember Haven transformed into a haven of shadows and warmth as the night deepened, the fireplace embers glowing softly, their light casting a tender glow over the rug where we lay entwined. My body was a map of Jake’s desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by our unrelenting passion. Jake loomed over me, his breath heavy, cock hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the haven in a hearth of flesh and spirit. The cabin thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, our friendship a sacred bond that tightened with each tou

I turned to the left and sprinted ahead, making sure my sandals weren't loud against the gravelled floor. When I got to the garden, I paused and wiped superficial sweat off my face. The first mission is successful, now the next is to seduce him. The garden was vast. It stretched out wildly, with flowers and trees of different kinds. It almost felt more like a well maintained forest than a garden. I glanced up, the sun was about to set, just above a tree. If I could attract him before the sun set, then I could make him want me enough to grant my people a good meal for a day. I immediately pulled out a small vial, and gulped down the content. Although my heat was today, I could as well induce

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

In the dark confines of Sharon's expensive office, the ambiance was electric with smug satisfaction. Sharon leaned back in her chair, a smug smirk playing on her lips as she swirled the glass of red wine in her hand. Facing her, Eva sat perched on the edge of the desk, her legs crossed, an equally sinister grin carved across her face. Our little problem, Olivia, is finally out of the way," Sharon said, her voice dripping with malice. "I have to admit, the execution was