Spicy Smut Books Novels & Stories

“Always reading smut, huh? I didn’t take you for the type, but I guess I should’ve known better.” I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I haven’t always read smut. The books I used to read before were never like this,” I shot back, my voice laced with irritation. “It’s just…different genres. That’s all.” He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through me. “Sure, different genres,” he mocked lightly, waving the book in front of me. “You know, these scenes are pretty explicit. I didn’t know you had such a vivid imagination.”

I say, hoping it helps. “We need to figure out which books to order. It’s pointless building it if it’s going to be empty,” Jax laughs. I nod in agreement, though most of her books seem to be pure smut based on the covers and her social media. I wouldn’t know for sure since I haven’t tried reading them.

“Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.” “They might borrow them.” He trailed the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other. “And third, you don’t have any tentacles, horns or a tail.” She could only grin at his confused look. “I’ve been reading monster smut.” “That’s really a thing?” he asked with a grin thinking that she was bullshitting him. “Yeah.” She grinned back at him. “I was reading some reverse harem for a while and let me say, Bunny is a lucky woman.”

“I’m eating three pizzas and cumming so hard I pass out in my own mess.” That one made me laugh harder. But even that faded quickly. The cold was stealing the humor. Then he pulled out a bottle of Jameson. “You think that’s smart?” I asked. “Not smart. Just warm.” I grabbed it. Took a long pull. Fire hit my chest. My limbs warmed instantly. “Damn,” he said. “You took that like a man with demons.” “Maybe I’ve got a few.” He sipped and studied me, gaze low and slow. “You ever do something fúcking stupid... and kind of wish you could do it again?”

"He mentioned that the books were considered revolutionary in certain circles for their... frank depictions of female desire and ecstasy." Lilly's throaty peal of laughter echoed down the line, prompting Smoky's furry head to pop up inquisitively towards the sound. "Stop, just hearing your pristine literary darling bandying those euphemisms around is too much!" she crowed in delight. "I can't decide what's more delicious - that crisp voice earnestly dropping words like 'feminine ecstasy' or the thought of him studiously bent over analyzing the nuanced themes during all those throbbing phallus and bodice-ripping interludes."

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

Then I recalled he once told me that he found out four years ago. "They're not... smutty. Just romance with a little..." I couldn’t finish the sentence because he was too right. All of my favourite books were downright smutty, especially the ones I read nowadays.

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.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

❦ Rosalind ❦ “Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” Sabella chirped with a satisfied smirk, a finger rising to wipe at her lips. I felt a smile of my own crack my face wide open. “Oh no! I interrupted. I should leave. Stunning areola, by the way.” Her face dropped as she instinctively palmed her exposed breast, her finger thumbing her nipple piercing. I spun away and out of the room, my breaths catching fire as I got further and further away from the spectacle I had walked into.