Smut Short Storys Novels & Stories

I'm part witch. When Bram's penis was almost touching me, I looked him in the eye and smirked. I said a quick spell that released me from the chains. When he tried to tackle me, I said another spell that made his penis feel like it was on fire. I quickly left while he rolled around on the floor, screaming. I connected with the bunnies just a few weeks after I left.

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

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.

I smile. We order. Pasta primavera for me, rare steak for him, a bottle of some dark Italian red. Conversation starts easily but gets real quick. I tell him about the guy who only buys purple flowers because they “align his aura,” and he throws his head back laughing so hard. He tells me about sneaking into flea markets as a kid, haggling over fake dinosaurs and knockoff watches with old cigar-smelling dudes. He takes my hand, stroking the back of it once, twice, and I feel it pulse between my legs like electricity. Tiramisu comes and he scoops the first bite, holding the spoon to my lips. I take it slowly, my eyes locked on his, tongue curling around it. His pupils go huge. “Fuck,” he mutte

“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 chuckled, “ Nothing, you can continue eating him through your lusty gaze, huh.. I'm leaving, I have files to submit. Rubika, are you coming or you are also going to make that boy embarrass by staring him with that cheesy eyes, huh? ” Smriti smirked, “ Ah, huh? No.. What are you talking about, hah? I wasn't checking him out, okay. I'm not into cute and young boys, come, let's go, ” Rubika said while rubbing her hair, Smriti just showed her teeth in sarcasm and dragged her away with her. Meanwhile, Krish walked up to Marry with Lucky,

It was clear that the occupants of the cottage did not like her presence. “G-good evening, Sir. I’m so sorry to bother you." The woman suddenly became polite. With great difficulty, she tried to stifle her rumbling breath. “My name is Amber and I am not a bad person. I came to this country to meet Adam Smith. But as it turned out, I got cheated. My stuff was taken and I was abandoned in this frosty forest.” While clenching his jaw, the man brought his head closer to Amber. “I’ll ask again. Can't you read?"

“My pussy is dripping at work. I need you so bad.” “Please baby… just one quick visit?” His replies were short and frustrating: “Miss you too. Work is killing me. Soon.” By the third night, I was losing control. After my shift, I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. I stripped completely naked, my skin flushed with heat. I positioned the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed so I could watch myself like a desperate slut. Legs spread obscenely wide, I worked three fingers in and out of my soaked pussy while my thumb circled my swollen clit. I was dripping everywhere juices running down my ass and staining the sheets.

She swallowed it all greedily, her tongue milking me dry, not releasing me until I was a trembling, boneless mess slumped against the wall. She popped off with a wet smack, her tongue darting out to lick the last drop from her swollen lips while locking eyes with me, her gaze pure fire. "Better, baby?" "That was... fuck, I can't even think," I panted, my brain fried, but she just smirked, that predatory gleam making my spent cock twitch.