Smutty Novellas Novels & Stories

Basira stood before him in the same way, till at last she cried out, “A second confusion!” Zastar, greatly amused, blinked some time with his sound eye; at length ho said, “Sir Novoveski, a friend and subordinate of our Geswer, and this is Lady Ladder. Tfu! I wanted to say Yezorkoy.” Sir Adam recovered readily; and because lie was a soldier of quick wit, though young, he bowed, and raising his eyes to the wonderful vision, said, “As God lives! Roses bloom on the snow in Ketling's garden.”

Genre: Demon x Human | Dark Fantasy Romance CW: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, possessive behavior, consensual but intense interaction. . . . The tavern in the city’s edge district reeked of smoke, sweat, and regret. Jolene Blaock didn’t mind it. It was a place where questions got lost in drink and eyes never stayed too long on one face. That night, she wanted that anonymity. A bruised heart, a broken job contract, and no more patience for the gods she used to pray to, she just wanted to be left alone.

My fingers found my soaked cunt without hesitation. I circled my swollen bud slowly at first, then faster, eyes closed. His face rose unbidden behind my lids. Those molten amber eyes. The hard planes of his chest. The thick, heavy length of his manhood straining for me. I imagined him above me. Imagined that substantial cock pushing inside, stretching me, claiming the hunter who should have been his enemy.

I wouldn’t know since I haven’t had any experience, the urge to tell him nips at me that this is like my first. But I don’t want to ruin the mood with my inexperience but am sure he wouldn’t care if I interrupt him either but then my embarrassing non existent sex Life seems to have catch up on me. It’s going to be fine! Smut books aren’t that far off from the truth, because at the end of the day… They do always fit inside!

War Erotica Setting: A fictional modern world war in a war-torn Eastern European capital city after a major offensive. The city has fallen, and occupying forces are "cleaning up" and claiming spoils. ******* The shelling had stopped two hours ago, but the city still smelled like death and burning fuel. Smoke curled up from half-collapsed buildings, mixing with the dust that hung in the air like gray snow. Captain Seth Kane’s boots crunched over broken concrete and shattered glass as he moved through the ruined apartment block. His squad was clearing the sector block by block.

I stick my tongue out at her; that makes her roll her eyes and look away. I scoff and swipe open my phone. My heart sinks when there's still no text from Scottie. But there's a post on his story. He's on a plane—probably with Ciara. “Douchebag,” I mutter and swipe next to my smut fan page. New smut story coming up soon! I type and post on my story. In a few seconds, I get likes and comments. That makes me smile a little. I resume playing Sia's Big Girls Cry and lay my head against the window, watching nature as we head off to Bear Lake.

“Well, Zeke’s a nice enough guy but maybe not the sharpest needle in the haystack. One of many reasons we only briefly dated.” The two dug into their meals, and Brad had to admit to himself that Bias was right, the food was absolutely delicious. Spicy and flavorful. Bias was scarfing down his food as if he were going into hibernation soon. “Speaking of you being a famous writer,” Bias said when he finally came up for air, “after you left Book Lady yesterday, I picked up another one of your books.” “Really? Which one?” “The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.”

Chapter 2: The Reveal & First Meeting The next few days blurred into a haze of filthy anticipation. Ava and SirM chatted every single night. What started as teasing quickly became marathon sexting sessions that left her exhausted, dripping, and aching for more. She would finish classes, rush home, lock her door, and open VelvetChat like an addict needing a fix. SirM: Tell me what you’re wearing right now, thick girl. ThickLittleSecret: Just an oversized t-shirt. No bra. Panties are already wet thinking about you.

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.