Smutty Short Stories Novels & Stories

“Naughty Frandy…i like how bad you are already Frandy blew out a putf of smoke ok my clit before letting me fo and wearing my shorts back. I sat back straight and she cane beside me, shoving her bobbs into my face. “You can have a taste of yourself, Cam.” I was sacred but i grabbed the shaft of her boobs and put her boobs in my mouth.

Thick and heavy pressing against his zipper while he lectured. I wanted to drop to my knees right there and taste him. See if that brooding mouth could deliver on all the dirty promises his voice hinted at. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk. My panties were ruined now slick fabric clinging to my swollen lips. He continued the lecture but his eyes kept drifting back to me. “In Wuthering Heights Heathcliff doesn’t ask permission nicely. He takes what burns between them. Raw. Messy. Cum soaked sheets and bruises on thighs. That’s the kind of love that destroys and rebuilds you.”

The walked up to me,without hesitation two went on their knees and one stood ,and Jamie dropped his pants to the ground ,standing there ,with his dick erect,and leaking precum,they all stared at me hungrily,I smiled satisfactorily. Let’s just hope they are as nasty as I would like. Want me to lick up all of James pre-cum,mommy?" Sam ,innocently but like he had done that many times,like he enjoyed it,He slowly took off the plain, white briefs he wore, exposing a trimmed groin glistening with his own fluids.,his dick a bit smaller than his brothers but still as girthy. “ Do you want too..baby?” I asked in a hushed but sexy tone,his eyes glistening with lust.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Every time their eyes met, he gave her that knowing smirk. After dinner, the parents went to bed early, exhausted from the long drive. The cabin fell quiet except for the crackling fire in the living room. Sara tried to read on the couch. Callum sat in the armchair across from her, legs spread, watching her like a predator. "You have been staring at the same page for ten minutes," he said, his voice low. "What is on your mind, Sara?" She snapped the book shut. "Nothing that concerns you."

“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.

One message: “Lavatory. 1 hour. Door unlocked.” I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I typed back: “Make it 45 minutes.” I hit send. He didn’t reply. But when I glanced forward again, he was smiling—just a small, dangerous curve of his lips. I spent the next forty-five minutes edging myself under the blanket—slow circles on my clit, fingers dipping inside, stopping every time I got close. My pussy was swollen, aching, dripping. My thong was useless now—sodden, pushed to the side.

He slapped his cóck against her cheek, making her flinch. “Beg me for it,” he ordered. “Beg me to cúm all over you.” Emma’s voice broke, filthy words spilling out as she clutched her tits around his cóck again. “Please, Mr. Carter, cúm for me. Cover my tits, my face mark me. I want to wear your cúm all day. I want everyone in this office to smell it on me.” His groan was a raw, primal sound ripped from his chest. It was the sound of a predator claiming its prey. Emma’s words, her filthy, desperate begging, had pushed him over the edge.

This big boss was supposed to look down on Uea for being too clumsy~ until the drunken main character who rejected Theo seduced the big boss to bed! It was really a filthy short story... 'But isn't that why I'm here?' 'I love filthy short stories the most!' Uea laughed wickedly. The door opened, and Ryan returned with a cup of water. After drinking the water, Uea knew there was no chance to touch or eat, so he left the office and returned to sleep in his office. Later in the evening, he received a call from Ryan, who wanted Uea to accompany him to meet a business partner in a bar.