Smut Short Storys Novels & Stories

They are greedy for fame, money, and immortality. She didn't know Samson was as disgusted with this lonely immortality as she was. Lucasta was glued to the basket of mushrooms by the foot of the table as soon as Samson had set her down on the chair. When he was busy lighting a fire, she secretly took a mushroom and held it in her hand, stroking it. That cute, innocent look caught Samson's eyes when he turned his head to look back. Next, he taught Lucasta how to cut off the roots of the mushrooms and wash them.

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

The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Violet's modest apartment, casting warm, golden rays across the room. She sat on the couch, a steaming mug of tea in her hands, lost in thought. For months, she had carefully hidden herself, changing her last name and leaving behind the chaotic life that once had tethered her to Clyde. She thought she'd left it all behind. A sudden, sharp knock on the door broke her reverie. The suddenness of it made Violet's heart

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

With a newfound determination to care for myself, I pushed myself off the ground and resumed my journey, hoping to find some sustenance nearby. As I walked, my senses heightened, and the scent of smoke wafted through the air. Smoke meant fire, and fire meant people. My heart skipped a beat at the prospect of encountering signs of life amidst the desolation. Following the rising smoke, I quickened my pace, anticipation coursing through my veins. The landscape gradually shifted, and as I rounded a bend, a humble hut came into view, smoke billowing from its chimney. Eager and hopeful, I approached the hut and knocked on the worn wooden door. Moments later, it creaked open, revealing an old man

I was trying not to loose my cool and kill them. Shweta rolled her eyes at her mother's answer. I and Samar looked at each other and smiled. "Oh hoo.... Don't worry. I am already full. So..." Saying this Samar cut half of his paratha and gave it to Dhruv and I gave half to Maa. Dhruv shook his head and said "I am already full, Chote...you have it ." And he returned that half to Samar. (A/n : Dhruv calls Samar "Chote" lovingly as he is his younger brother)

It was winter now; the whole Kingdome was covered in snow. Shama was standing near the window. Snowflakes were falling from the sky covering the whole garden with snow. Shama wore a woollen cloak over her large gown. She sipped the coffee as she continued staring outside. She exhaled her hot breath on the window glass which formed fog on the window. She made two dots and a curved line forming a smiley face on the window. She tried to stretch her mouth and smile but it looked scary and weird. She totally forgot how to smile.

The walked up to me,without hesitation two went on their knees and one stood ,and Jamie dropped his pants to the ground ,standing there ,with his dick erect,and leaking precum,they all stared at me hungrily,I smiled satisfactorily. Let’s just hope they are as nasty as I would like. Want me to lick up all of James pre-cum,mommy?" Sam ,innocently but like he had done that many times,like he enjoyed it,He slowly took off the plain, white briefs he wore, exposing a trimmed groin glistening with his own fluids.,his dick a bit smaller than his brothers but still as girthy. “ Do you want too..baby?” I asked in a hushed but sexy tone,his eyes glistening with lust.

Story written with a randomly generated story as the base. Street Dog looked at the delicious sausage in his hands and felt hungry. He walked over to the hole in his cardboard box where the snow-wet street reflected his dangerous surroundings. He had always hated the dark Slum with its disturbed, dull dirty. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to violence and always let him hungry as if no amount of sausage would ever fill the hole in his belly. He was a mut, he was street dog.

Tammi Wilder was a nice girl, but not too bright. One day she got asked on a date by one guy she really liked,so on the day of the date she wanted to look pretty. The day came but Tammi never showed up. Days later her date decided to pay her a visit to find out why she'd stood him up. He went to her house, but there was no answer to his ringing on the bell. He went round the back of the house and looked in the kitchen window, only to see Tammi lying on the kitchen floor. The police reconstructed Tammi lying on the kitchen floor. The police reconstructed Tammi's last moments. The night of her date, she found her hair was still too wet to be combed, so an idea struck her. She would go to the k