Smutty Short Stories Novels & Stories

We lay there panting for a few minutes, my cock still buried inside Susan’s pussy, slowly softening as my cum leaked out of her. The messy sight reharden my softening cock. The room smelled like sex already. Susan suddenly let out a soft, wicked laugh and looked down at me with those hazel eyes that now looked completely feral. “We’re not even close to finished, Tom,” she whispered. “I’ve waited so long to fuck you. One load isn’t enough.”

Chapter Three – Haven’s Hearth The Ember Haven transformed into a haven of shadows and warmth as the night deepened, the fireplace embers glowing softly, their light casting a tender glow over the rug where we lay entwined. My body was a map of Jake’s desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by our unrelenting passion. Jake loomed over me, his breath heavy, cock hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the haven in a hearth of flesh and spirit. The cabin thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, our friendship a sacred bond that tightened with each tou

She needed. That’s where she saw him. Finn Murphy, one of the cater-waiters. Tall, at least six foot one with messy brown hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it five minutes ago, a charming grin, and currently juggling three champagne flutes while apologizing to a guest he’d just spilled on. “Sorry, sir! It’s my first day as a flamingo. I mean… a waiter.” The guest, a middle aged man in a bow tie burst laughing despite the wet spot on his pants, Finn winked, bowed dramatically, and somehow made the whole thing look intentional.

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.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

A paper jam. Wonderful, Lucy thought, annoyance flowing into her body. There was an unspoken rule in the office - if an unlucky individual found the printer jammed it was up to the finder to remedy the situation. Lucy had the sneaking suspicion that someone else had ignored this rule long before she had hit print. Sighing, she pulled off her suit jacket and got down on her hands and knees to pull the front cover off the giant behemoth of a printing device in order to find the source of the jam.

I didn’t give a fuck that he was Jessie’s boyfriend, I loved it. “I’m gonna write ‘slut’ on your forehead,” he said, pulling back just enough to grab the marker again. “Only a real slut can take this.” I nodded fast. He wrote it in big letters, then groaned, “Fuck, that turns me on.” I was bouncing on the bench from the force of the cocks inside me. Cum was already dripping down my legs. I didn’t even care if Daniel was somewhere in the line anymore. I just loved this. “I wanna spit in your mouth,” Sam said.

In the dark confines of Sharon's expensive office, the ambiance was electric with smug satisfaction. Sharon leaned back in her chair, a smug smirk playing on her lips as she swirled the glass of red wine in her hand. Facing her, Eva sat perched on the edge of the desk, her legs crossed, an equally sinister grin carved across her face. Our little problem, Olivia, is finally out of the way," Sharon said, her voice dripping with malice. "I have to admit, the execution was

She was out of a village around three miles off and was the polar opposite of me. Gemma was quite self explanatory, she drank, smoked and swore like a trooper and she liked cock. She enjoyed penis in any shape and size (and sometimes other colors!). She simply loved penis. In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight!

this exceeded even my wildest fantasies. *I hummed contentedly, basking in the afterglow as I felt your release fill me up, marking me as yours. My body went limp against the table, utterly spent and satisfied. Turning my head, I captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, pouring all my newfound feelings into the gentle press of mouths.* Mmm, and you're pretty amazing yourself, Mr. Moretti, *I purred, reaching back to stroke your hair affectionately.* I never thought I'd say this, but... thank you for hating me first. If you hadn'