Smutty Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

I_pooped JuSt wAtTpAd What about the smut you read? Will_the_devil Um... What's smut? Quinn_beach (Quinn) Bro, please, you can't use the innocent card anymore. Will_the_devil Seriously, I have no idea what a smut is. I just read the books that Caleb suggested me to. He said it will educate me about everything I need to know. The_real_prince_charming Okay, Will...can we know the names of these books you read? Cereal_killer (Caleb)

😅 At least the main two smuts will be posted in their full explicit detail. Though, there might be a couple of smutty parts that happened during the main plotline that might fade into black on Good Novel. And everything that happened after the plotline and isn’t relevant for the future plot will be written into extras that will be available in the published version only. The list of currently planned extras (S tag means it will definitely include smut): * [S] Noah’s and Levi’s honeymoon * [S] Levi and Noah going dolphin riding again * [S] a day in Levi’s and Noah’s married life, several years later.

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS

But sitting there, playing out that fantasy with Rowan, it felt particularly sexy to lean into those stereotypes, to put far more importance on my imaginary virginity than I ever did on the real thing. Rowan kissed my neck almost furiously. “I should take you to bed. Should lay you down and touch you gently and treat you the way virgins should be treated.” My breath caught in my throat. “But you’re not going to?” I sounded far too hopeful, but I couldn’t help it. Yes, a little voice inside me chimed. Yes, make it dirtier. Treat me like your special little slut. The truth was that I would have laughed in his face if he’d tried to take care of me.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

Chapter One -PRISCA- I stormed into the bedroom, a red damp lace panties balled up tight in my fist. It had that cheap sweet perfume on them that definitely wasn’t mine. Peter was sprawled across our king-sized bed, snoring loud with his mouth hanging open, one leg thrown over the duvet like he owned the whole damn world. The sight of him lying there made my stomach twist with pure disgust. I walked straight to the bed and shook his shoulder hard.

By the next afternoon, the quiet tension is practically humming in my ears. Lounging on the far end of the couch, I have my legs stretched out and resting over the armrest. I’m wearing comfortable grey sweatpants that leave absolutely zero doubt about the current, frustrated state of my anatomy. A paperback sci-fi novel rests open on my chest. It’s a space opera about rogue smugglers, supposedly heavy on the action. Turns out, it’s even heavier on the smut. Scanning a particularly graphic paragraph on page two-hundred-and-four, a wicked idea forms in my mind.

“Boss man is totally smitten with you.” I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts. Yeah, right. He’s only doing this because I’m mad at him. Because he's scared I won't take him back. And maybe then I would have worked. Too bad Tamer talked some sense into me last night. “Smitten,” I say flatly, grabbing a mug, “is one word I’ll never use to describe Dmitry’s feelings for me.” Jerry chuckles like he knows something I don’t. “What's so funny?”

My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. With all the books I’ve read, you’d think I would know what to do or at least what to expect. I’ve read so much smut, this whole scenario is a classic. It’s a fantasy come to life. But what do I do? I stare into his grey eyes like a confused prude. His grip tightens, causing me to flinch, and he’s so close I can feel his warm breath on my face.