Smutty Short Stories Novels & Stories

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

Chapter 2: Reconciliation "It's pouring outside." Gina said while watching the rain and shivered at the cold, despite the heat coming from the chimney. She glanced at the unaffected wolf and snorted. "It must be nice having a thick coat of fur, huh?" Sam purred, wanting to invite her for a cuddle, but of course, Gina wasn't able to get the message and wrapped herself with a thick blanket, proceeding to type away to finish her novel. She only has a week left to finish her deadline before her editor kills her for real.

She was shy and quiet—the kind of girl who lives in oversized sweaters and keeps her nose to books. Yet, every time I saw her, something in me short-circuited. I knocked twice. On the second knock, the door opened almost immediately. “Hey,” Emma said softly, pushing her glasses up her nose. Her dark chestnut hair was loose, falling over her shoulder. The oversized gray sweater she wore had slipped down, exposing smooth pale skin. “Hey,” I managed to say, forcing out a bright smile as I stepped in. “Ready to save my ass, again?”

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

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.

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

“Biggest fucking mistake of my life. Her pussy smelled funny—like old fish mixed with something rotten. And fuck, it was so wide and loose I could barely feel anything. I’ve had tighter virgins who’d never even touched a dick before. She was dry as the Sahara too—had to spit on my dick three times and still it felt like fucking a wet paper bag. I’m pretty sure she’s been sneaking around fucking half the town for years for her pussy to be that wrecked and sloppy.” The hallway absolutely erupted. Laughter boomed like thunder. Phones were shoved forward, recording every humiliating second. Insults flew from every direction: “Slut!” “Fish pussy Harper!” “Loose whore pretending to be innocent!” “

He didn't even need one, he had bought me. “Mmph!”. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but he held me there, fucking my throat with shallow but punishing strokes. I tightly closed my eyes, choking and struggling to breathe through my nose but the smell of cum filled it. Is this how I was going to die? His low, animalistic grunts made me open my eyes again. “Suck it, Puttana. Show me you're worth the money”. My eyes rolled back as I sucked, hollowing my cheeks and letting him use me. My jaw was aching and drool slid down my chin.