Smutty Novels & Stories

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. Juicy dumped the bundle into the first washer and when her arms were free she covered her face with her hands. 'I AM in a vegetative state. I got hit in the head, I was in a coma and I'm no longer of sound mind and body.' Juicy began to pace. Absently she adjusted her bra. Her left breast felt full and sensitive from Troy's attention. Juicy closed her eyes and covered her breasts with the palms of her hands. But Lordie did he know how to work on some titties, not to mention making her cum like that. What man had ever wanted to kiss her for nearly an hour?

If she was being a brat than I was no less. Serio brushed his hands away, taking a step back towards my other side which seemed to deepened his pout further. Angry or not at them, but he did kinda look cute with those doey eyes. 'No he doesn't. He looks insanely disgusting.' Julie snarls, breaking off the wall. I stifle a chuckle. Finally. Took you long enough to come out. If I knew this would bring you out, I might have sugar coated them a bit more beforehand.

I itch my head. I stammer. I reluct to talk. She chuckles. "Spill the beans dummy". "Why stammering?". "Your lover nor mate ain't around to stir nervousness". "Or are you tripping for me already?" She give a mocking seductresses smile. Ewwwww... That's fucking gross. Sexually attracted to one's very blood sister. It's a f**king abomination. I really don't wish to think of that. Such dirty mindset Hermonie got for someone dead few minutes ago.

I stammered, wait when did I start stammering, why is she messing with my head I muttered “ Huh, are you speaking to me” Sofia questioned “ Did I say that out loud” I mumbled “ Obviously” Sofia muttered I stood and ran to her side, tok her hand and stared into her eye “ Did you really think I consider you my contract wife” I mused “ That's what I am” Sofia muttered “ Mmm, I really did not consider you my contract wife, I really appreciate your presence in my space, I like how you smile, how you frown, how you yell, also your serious look, that is to die for” I mused out all at once

You could take the boy from the farm, but not the farm from the boy, he thought with wry amusement. “That should…” Cameron jumped back suddenly as the tap squirted, spraying out mud. It splattered over Cameron’s legs and torso. “I’m so not sucking you off after that mud bath,” Rhett pulled a face. The mud stank. “Smells like…” He made a gagging sound with his tongue out. “Something did a shit, died, and rotted into the shit.”

Albert tried to reassure me. Not working, especially when the door opened, and some smary-looking fuck with a bow tie poked his head in. His eyes narrowed at Albert with visible disdain. When his gaze moved to me, the look became creepy and predatory, and it made me want to gag and punch him. “Good evening, beautiful. Might I offer you better company than lackluster Weeber?” Smary cunt smiled. I noticed the swirl in his eyes as he looked at me—a demon. He sneered and looked at my charm bracelet when he saw that whatever he tried had not worked. I narrowed my eyes, giving the bracelet a light shake to send some belladonna and hemlock into the air.

“Well, in case you want to know the guy thing, maybe we give it a go. No pressure. We might watch some gay p**n together. See how it hits you. When it does not do anything, or feels out of place, then perhaps it is not your thing. Simple as that. I have bookmarks, nothing kooky just simple stuff. I mean, you can say no but that was how I found out and made sure I was gay.” I looked at him a second, flushed all over. 'You serious? Like, right now?' He shrugged, with a little smile, pulling at his mouth. 'Why not? Both of us here, the beers flowing. It is better to know than to speculate. I say, when you are not into it we turn it off and hit the crash button. No big deal.'

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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.