Smut Stories Novels & Stories

Just a house full of smoke and laughter. Amethyst remembers crying on Citra’s lap after a boy broke her heart in fifth grade. Citra had offered to turn him into a newt. Nora—soft and shaking—tells how Citra helped her through her miscarriage. How she showed up with soup, silence, and a fierce kind of love. Each story is a seed. And each seed is scattered. By the end, the mound is covered in wildflowers. And we are all crying. Hawk closes the circle.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

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.

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

“First to cum has to give the other person hundred dollars.” “Is it gonna be Trandy and i against you?” “Yes.” “Funny of you to think you can take us both down.” “You should know i have high libodo, i can last for hours. Now that i have gotten smoke and alcohol…i might go all night.” I paused at him, scoffing my face at how he bluffed. “Let him place the bet, Cam. We would take him down. That dick would cry after we are done with it.” Frandy winked at Liam and grabbed the smoke from him.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

"You know, one of the reasons why I love working here so much is that I get to see the customers smile. Some of them come here feeling all kinds of negative emotions, but after drinking a cup of coffee and talking with other people, they're back to smiling like nothing ever happened. It makes me happy knowing that they're happy because of the environment here, and that applies to you too. Smiling suits you more, so you can just talk about what's troubling you. I won't listen if you don't want to. You can just pretend I'm a wall." "What's with that?" I asked as I chuckled. I can't say I wasn't tempted by what he said. I agree that telling somebody might make me feel less worried, but is it re