Smutty Novels & Stories

“With a friend.” “You have friends?” “Hah.” I sit on the floor and take off my heels. “I might have one or two left in this town.” Libby hands me a doll. “Play birthday party with me!” “For a few minutes,” I tell her, taking the Barbie. “Was this friend tall, handsome, and has a name rhyming with Smowen?” “Smowen? Really?” “That’s not a word, Mommy,” Libby says pointedly. “Did you have a sleepover with that man with the ducks?”

Someone clears his throat. Now that there’s ventilation in the room, I recognize the individual scents—in addition to Dermot, there’s Ivo, Tye, Eamon, Alfie, and Finn. They’re pack. Their scents are as familiar as my own. They’ve never bothered me before, but now, and especially mixed together, they smell disgusting. Worse than a latrine. All kinds of wrong. “I guess you have a mate after all.” Dermot smirks from his perch on a stool at the breakfast bar. “Let me be the first to congratulate you.”

'Damn, I hate bergamot so much,' I repeated to myself, trying to disgust myself with its smell again. "I didn't think I'd say this after so long, but damn, Popsy, you look delicious," Seamus whispered tenderly, nuzzling the skin of my neck. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, trying to control the need to moan as each of his touches caressed my skin and awoke the need for more. 'Treacherous body! Damn matebond.' I cursed inwardly, wishing to find a way to exorcise the feeling Seamus was feeding me.

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

I turned to him, looking into those shady eyes that looked hopeful at me. “Gruvv's pheromones smell like tangerine drizzled with honey when he is experiencing RUT.” I said to Ian, explaining how the smell filled the room when he was having RUT. Between the stench of blood and the dampness of the room I could smell the sweet scent of his pheromones. Ian chuckled hearing my explanation. “Did you smell something sweet in that scary situation? That’s kinda funny. But, are you wondering what kind of scent Gruvv can smell on you?” He asked.

"Let me make you feel better." Ava's hands slid under Lena's dress, pushing her panties aside. Two fingers thrust deep into Leena's pussy, curling against that perfect spot. Lena moaned softly, gripping the sink as Ava fingered her fast, the wet schlick-sclick sounds echoing in the small space. Ava's thumb circled her clit, bringing Leena to a quick, shuddering orgasm.

she said, “might not look like much but it is very important.” Gemma's training was nothing like Nero's. Nothing like Bram's either. Nero's was go again. Bram's was feel the ground before your weight commits. Gemma's was sit here, drink this, and tell me what you smell. “That's not training,” Remi said. “What did you say your wolf's name was?” “Parrot.” “Parrot.” She looked into her cup. “What does Parrot smell right now?” Pine, Parrot said, already interested. Smoke from the fire. Something dried on the shelf — herbs, three different kinds, one of them I don't recognise. Cold from the north window. Mordor was in here recently, left the smell of rope and sleep.

Anna looks away from the captivating green eyes back to the food in front of her that was mostly carbs. “I ruined your morning?” The guy in front of her has a blank expression on his face like he had no idea what she was saying and that was just about to start pissing her off. She gives him a place to sleep over, he says hurtful words at her and then acts like nothing had happened. Who the hell was this man?

he said as he yawned, stretching his arms above his head. A puff of smoke appeared and enveloped his feet up to his lower legs. It slowly thickens. "What do you want?," a grumpy voice resonated from it, giving off a deep and strong accent. Looking down with a bored face, the smoke sufficed and revealed an Egyptian Sphynx cat looking back at him with an annoyed face. "Quit it, Pug. This is important," he answered and continued walking down the hallway, passing by the crowd earlier. "You know I heard, the second serving of ice cream is here so let's go. It'll be a great opportunity."

O-“You dumble Oberoi, care to explain your so-called sorrow” Making crybaby's face, he went and hugged Om, Om pushed instantly smelling some odour from him O-“Ru didn’t you take a bath today?” R-“Ooooo, I bath every day” O-“Then what’s that smell, stay away from me, I feel like puking” P-“Ha even I smell something bad, Ru go away” R-“Mu.” J-“Don’t you dare complete that word Ru, or else I make sure you don’t get your protein shake and make you eat 50 pinky’s special sweet (even pinky cooking skill is worst)”