Smut Short Storys Novels & Stories

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

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.

Slamet was still terrified. “Just shut the fuck up and do it!” Varet yelled at him. Getting intimidated by Varet, Slamet then followed his instruction. He extended his arm forward and imagined something in his head. A golden Iru came out from his hand engulfing the field and suddenly corn plants grew from underground turning that poor field into a rich cornfield. Slamet couldn’t believe what he saw before his very eyes. “I am dreaming, right?!” Slamet still looked shocked. “I wonder whether it’s a dream or not. Why don’t you prove it by yourself by picking one of those corns?” Varet said.

She was out of a village around three miles off and was the polar opposite of me. Gemma was quite self explanatory, she drank, smoked and swore like a trooper and she liked cock. She enjoyed penis in any shape and size (and sometimes other colors!). She simply loved penis. In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight!

I’ve been dying without being able to send comments these past two days! [Wait, what happened? A bug?] [No, the book switched platforms. The old site shut down and the author rewrote the main storyline. It’s been re-uploaded on SmutReads!] “Smut… SmutReads?” My face drained of color. I couldn’t help blurting it out loud. The comments froze for a moment, then exploded. [Ha! I knew she could see us!] [Sweetie, you probably don’t know, right? The redemption arc got scrapped. It switched to a smut romance, and you’re the new female lead! The new storyline starts tonight.]

I watched her eyes slowly close and held onto the rough clay dolls even tighter. "You have to keep living. Go tell him yourself!" Janet Smith shook her head, her smile sweet and gentle. "He doesn't want to see me. He's the one who wanted me to climb the snowy mountain." I only found out from the bits and pieces she told me. For the last two years, Chester Graham had been the one sending her on trips all over the world. The last trip, the one to the mountaineering camp, was arranged by Chester's people too.

"Do you want to know another fun way to eat Ice cream?" And the smiling man nodded. As they kissed, they began to succumb to their honesty as their desire and their passion slowly turned into real love. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Mechanic”

Simon held his other brothers and from moved further to the young lady who looked so paled and down with how she walked around in search of no one in particular. " Why this smell?" I said to myself with a smile and kept on clearing my nose to remove the smell since have been hungry for a long time I couldn't get anything to eat in the forest since it was sunny. Everywhere was so boring and hot but the forest blocked the beam of light from passing through. "Let's just go, brother, there's nothing to worry about" Dave got interrupted by the words of me and my character to the three. " Which of you is my mate or are you all my mate " I asked with so much happiness and joy in me since have final

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?”