Smutty Authors Novels & Stories

Happiness or shock? "Whoa! Where did they come from?" The lady scrolled down and read the whole ten comments which clearly hinted at some great fan, although the subscriptions of her ebook did not increase and those readers were old fans. ~ Whoa! This is so good. Though the protagonist seems feminine. ~ Author should give us a smut scene next. XOXO ~ The art is wonderful and breathtaking. ~ There must have been a great sex drive in next chapter. And so on… "Should I really type a smut scene next? Would it be appropriate to show the character as such?"

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

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.

Slowly I withdrew my fingers, finding them soaked and coated in her orgasm. *** This was a long chapter! I rarely write smut in male POV esp the first person, so hopefully, it didn’t suck. See you on Monday, squad! ***

The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done. He reluctantly stopped reading when he saw an hour had passed. It was a shame to stop reading, but he did have a job to do. “It’s good isn’t it?” Becca said with a grin. “I’m really hoping he submits something else soon. We do have a six book deal with him so he’s got one book left.” Zach wondered what type of person Damien Black was based on his writing. His mental imagining of female centric erotica authors was middle aged women unsatisfied with their husbands. Damien Black seemed like someone refined and well read.

щ（ﾟДﾟщ） …A-alright… so… actually… he… um… still… found him a bit… a bit… just a bit…. cute… (／≧ω＼) ♡ Author Note Haha, I just love those totally inappropriate sounding chapter titles 😂 Once the actual smut chapter is published, you'll just think "author trolling again" and then "Woooah! The title actually happened?! Nani?!?"

“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.

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“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s this one’s hook? Is it different than the one you were reading yesterday, and then the day before that? Or all the ones you've been reading since... I don't know... 7th grade?” I immediately shot upright with glee, grinning with all my teeth out, I always relished the opportunity to introduce new victims to my cherished collection of smutty werewolf e-novels. “Okay, Get this! I found one of those novel apps last week, so I thought, why not read one of the books they recommend. Since I’m an alpha expert or lycan enthusiast if you will, and I can smell the cringe from a mile away.” I paused to take a breath, “Then I found this book, by a new mysterious author on the bl