Smut Short Storys Novels & Stories

No one sees his hand slide beneath my skirt. His fingers find me instantly, all wet and throbbing, and he smirks. “Such a good little slut. You got on this train for me didn't you?” I shake my head, but my hips betray me and instead of stiffening at his touch, they begin rolling against his hand. Suddenly he pushes two fingers inside me and I gasp, grabbing his arm, but he doesn’t stop. “You’re going to come right here, where anyone could see you.” “This is---- ah---- wrong-----”

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.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right. I did many bad things too so let’s call it even and forgive each other. Tonight, we start fresh, alright? Don’t go soft on me right now. It’s difficult to stretch myself out and you’re not small either.” [Smut scene was cut here and made available only to pa+reons for USD1 per month. The total length of this chapter is 3.5k words. Kindly support me as the creator for value-added content. No amount of complaining will make me publish it for free because the smut scene will not affect the story-telling. Unreasonable insults to the author without justified reasons will also not be tolerated and will be reported. Thank you for the support and if you're alright wit

His neatly trimmed van dyke beard framed a knowing smirk. “Like what you see, kid?” Kathy purred, voice low and husky as she sauntered closer. Her hips swayed hypnotically, those thick thighs rubbing together with every step. “Jim lost the bet, so tonight… I get to play with a handsome young stud while he watches.” I downed the rest of my wine in one gulp, heart hammering. “This… this is my first threesome,” I admitted, voice rough. Kathy laughed softly, a warm, filthy sound, and cupped my face. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take such good care of you.”

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

In what seemed to be a foggy haze, I remember Isa quickly running to my aid picking me up and getting a cool towel for my profusely bleeding head. Smitty went into my parents’ bedroom and slammed the door shut, not saying another word. He oddly laughed out loud the entire time. His laugh that day was creepy; the pits of my stomach said this was not yet over. Isa had opened up a can of sardines she had found in the cabinet, “Here Ed, eat these with me. I’m sorry he do you like this. One day I promise he’s going to pay!” I whispered for Isa to be quiet because I didn’t want Smitty to hear her and hurt her too.