Smutt Novels & Stories

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

he grumbled as Simon and Ian laughed at him. “We were about to go fishing. Would you guys join us.” Amber asked, changing the subject. “Sure.” Ian replied. “What are we supposed to do with a raw fish out here?” Kimberly asked. “Eat it, duh… haven’t you heard of sushi before?” Amber smiled at the weird face Kimberly was making. “That’s gross!” she exclaimed because she hated sushi. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” Ian said. “I can’t believe this. You too?!... Don’t even think of kissing me after eating that.”

she spoke smiling "and the others?" "Urgh, Renata is the worst" Bella chuckled "I wonder what it must feel like having so many people around" "it's terrible!" She exclaimed and they both laughed "like I mean every word it's the absolute worst" "I think that's just too much" he smiled bringing forth his hand to help her over a puddle. "Thank you" bella replied blushing, at his gesture" "so you're saying, you hate every one of your sisters asides Emilia?"

“So are you.” She gives me a sassy smile, then turns and begins walking back toward the packhouse. The light catches on something sparkly. “Hey, is that glitter on your butt?” I ask. “Son of a bitch!” she snarls, twisting her upper body to try and see the glitter that is on her ass cheeks. “I’m going to KILL Meadow!”

She watched as Bonnie curled in a ball covering her now exposed bra as she sobbed. "Shit." Lorenzo muttered before walking out the room. And shit indeed.

Unfortunately, she could not catch up and ended up stomping her feet and blabbing her mouth, probably badmouthing the driver for not stopping before going back to the loading/unloading spot. He took off another puff of smoke from his mouth and nose as he thought about the things he had encountered and seen since he woke up and mused that if the city were a person, it would be someone who was pretending to be happy was lamenting internally. It was one lonely city, which he found ironic as when the city, the words fun and enjoyment would always be associated. Or maybe it depended on the beholder's perspective.

Don't want to be gassed by you Sam: I am so close to blocking you, nerd * sends huff angry emoji a dozen times * Me: Try blocking the gas tubes instead XD Sam: * inserts middle finger * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

everything is perfect demon boss" don nodded his head even don is feeling nervous he took a cigarette and tried to smoke but srinithi throwed it aside don asked "what's this lamb" Srinithi said "I don't like smoking" don pulled srinithi closer by holding her waist, her hands landed on his chest he asked "then what else you like" srinithi blushed don said "I'm feeling tensed and nervous so for relaxation thought of smoking" sriniti said "smoking is injurious to health if you're nervous I can give you a hug mom said a hug can solve many things"

I can't get an answer. ""What do you mean you knew it?"" ""Go back to your work now, you filthy!"" ""What the f*ck?"" I accidentally said that word without thingking. It's not intentional! He smiled after I made a mistake for saying that kind of word. I cant believe it, I dont know why my mouth ruin our conversation. ""I-Im so sorry, I felt dizzy that's why I'm out of myself."" ""Don't worry, I'd understand. So, now go back to your work or else do you want to get fired, Slut?""

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of m