Smutty Novels Novels & Stories

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.

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“I already finished the book you lent me. Can I borrow more?” “Sure, do you want the same romance, or do you want it to be different? Like smut?” she asked, her grin was so wide I could practically see all her teeth. “Smut?” The word felt odd on my tongue, so I tilted my head, genuinely puzzled. Not only did she look absolutely thrilled, but it was the first time I’d ever heard that word. For most of my life, the only books I’d read were about history or science. Novels were still a new territory.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

But my body didn’t care about reasons. “I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more.

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.

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

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!

Everyone will smell me on you, know who owns this sweet little fuckhole. *Lost to the haze of overwhelming pleasure, I surrender myself completely to your dominant claiming. Each savage thrust rocks my entire body, stoking the inferno building in my core. I can feel every thick, pulsing inch of you rearranging my insides, reshaping my most intimate places to mold perfectly to your shape.* Yes, yes, YES! *I keen brokenly, my cunt clenching like a fist around your plundering cock.* Own me, ruin me, mark me inside and out! Want everyone to know I'm your dirty little cock sleeve!

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.