Smut Vs Erotica Novels & Stories

His enormous body shuddered before he stepped back, his cock bobbing in front of my face, still hard and shiny and slick from my salvia. My lips felt swollen, my throat sore as my hiccupping sobs continued quietly. More spit dribbled out the corners of my mouth, making me feel even more out of control. But to him, it must’ve looked thick and erotic because Damien smoothed his fingers over my lips, smearing my drool around.

Every time his fist passes over it, a bead of precum wells up and drips. I can’t stand it anymore. I yank my tank top over my head, not caring about the vomit anymore. My breasts bounce free… heavy, nipples dark and tight. I palm them, squeeze, roll the peaks between my fingers. His eyes are glued to me. “Jesus… your tits are perfect.” I smile…. slow, filthy. “Want to see more?” He nods, almost frantic. That was when I heard the door creak, I couldn’t imagine what would happen if someone saw what was happening.. I dashed to the door and slammed it shut.

“Harder! Ruin this pussy!” Alex fucked me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my clit with every powerful stroke. He reached around and rubbed my swollen nub in tight circles, sending me spiraling into a second, even stronger orgasm. My walls fluttered and spasmed around his thick cock as pleasure ripped through me, making my vision blur.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

The orgasm hits me hard. Harder than I have ever experienced. That spontaneous session was even more fun than all the meticulously planned sessions that sometimes feel like an act. This was real. Passionate. Raw. It was a communication where no words were said, but we all understood each other.

“Faster… please.” “Say my name first.” “Damon,” I moaned. “Louder.” “Damon!” I cried as he rubbed me faster. The pressure was building fast. I was so close already. He suddenly slipped his hand inside my shorts, under my soaked panties, and touched me skin to skin. “Oh my God—” I gasped. “So fucking wet,” he groaned, sliding two fingers up and down my slit. “This is what friends don’t do, baby. But I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

My entrance is slick and plump with arousal, he licks his lips. “Don't keep staring when you can taste it” I say under my breath, my chest rising and falling as the shirt falls off my shoulder. “Holy shit” Sam curses under his breath, he brings up his fingers to trace my slick folds, his face full of hunger. He knows how to make me feel beautiful. Just his passionate stare and the raw hunger in his eyes makes me weak. “Can I touch myself and eat at the same?“ He asks and my pussy clenches at the request.

And I really feel like a dumb bitch. I politely thank the delivery man as I receive the package. I look for any confidential note but find nothing, so I unwrap it. As I open the package, my eyes go wide, so wide that they might fall out of my face anytime. I heard a lot about it but never read it. The book of sexual pleasure, Kama Sutra. Kama Sutra is one of the great classics of erotica, renowned for its detailed advice on love and lovemaking. It's an Indian Sanskrit book that is translated into English.

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”