Taylor Swift Smut Novels & Stories

He asked while his hands were palming my naked ass, caressing it slowly, without a care in the world. "I've never been this horny in my entire life. Not even with Richard. I think this arrangement is turning me into a slut. I'm trying to adjust to the changes in my brain." He smiled and took me closer to his embrace. "Sshh....you need to stop thinking about everything. Maybe you should talk to your shrink again. I'm going to take care of you now. Stop it...We have an agreement. You've signed the contract. I need your mind to work properly, and keep it as is, dirty and slutty just the way I like it." He grabbed me by his shoulder, and carry me back to the bedroom as I shrieked to my sudden we

When Taylor laughed at my remark and moved his head so his lips could start sucking on my neck, I lifted my knee to knee him where it would hurt. That effort went worthless when Taylor abruptly moved his lower half of his body back and looked at me with a dark look in his eyes. He shook his head, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Tiffany. Haven't you heard that you shouldn't mess with the wrong people because they're smarter than you." What the fuck? I narrowed my eyes in a glare as Taylor resumed leaving sloppy kisses on my neck and then moved the yoke of my shirt off my shoulder so he could start kissing there too.

Naturally, I didn’t. “You should smile more. You look less likely to stab someone when you do.” He raised an eyebrow. “And ruin my reputation?” “Fair point.” For half a heartbeat, there was something like warmth in his expression — fleeting, almost gentle — before he looked away again. The kind of almost-smile that makes you wonder if you imagined it. I hated that it made my stomach flip. I really hated that. ⸻ Taylor stormed past, clutching a half-burned map. “If anyone sets another tent on fire, I feed them to the nearest bear!”

It was the sluttiest thing he had ever seen. With a moan of pleasure, Simon let go. Warm, milky, creamy-thick cum pumped out of his cock, and spurted across both their faces. Great dollops of it kept pumping out of him, landing on their cheeks, their foreheads, their outstretched tongues, some of it even in their hair. With a final shudder, Simon let the last of his load splash onto Lisa's and Tilly's upturned faces. They were both streaked with cum, some of it already starting to drip down onto their tits. The two girls looked up at Simon, both of them giving him happy, beautifully naughty smiles. They looked every bit as satisfied as Simon felt.

She raised her hand and I reached to grab it, but she couldn't hold it up. “DOM!!” Someone came in screaming, and from the voice, it was Sammy. “Fuck… I just wanted to be Julia Roberts,” Taylor murmured, and then… “Taylor…” I called out. “Sweetheart, talk to me…” I pleaded, but I got no answer. “My dear Lord!” Sammy said behind me. “Little star, come on,” the guy said, trying to pick her up, but I didn't let him. “Don't touch my woman,” I spoke through gritted teeth, already sliding my arms under her and lifting her into my lap.

Susan whispered so low I almost didn't hear her. She stood up and shot into her uncle’s arms, who caught her in a big hug, lifting her into the air. Will remained at his side with an air of superiority; he glanced toward me and winked. The butterflies in my stomach came to life and began to flutter furiously. I stood there, perplexed, contemplating both of them—so identical—feeling an irresistible attraction. If it weren't for the fact that Susan was hugging the other one, I would have sworn I couldn't tell them apart.

she blubbed. "You slut!" Ms. Taylor accused. "And now because of that you've entangled me in this. I really thought you liked me. I didn't realise you were just a stupid whore." "Now, now, ladies," I said. "You two are going to be working very closely soon. You're going to have to get on." I pushed Ms. Brown's head back onto me as I continued. "Ms. Taylor, why don't you get rid of that dress and come over here.

He smiled politely and headed to his home office. I couldn’t stop staring as he walked away. His powerful frame, the quiet authority in his stride… I caught myself twirling a lock of hair. Later, I texted my friend Sam: “DILF ALERT. Her husband is insanely hot. I want to ride him right in that office chair. I’d drop under his desk in a heartbeat. Queen Slut status incoming?” Sam and I laughed about it in our volleyball group chat. It was all fantasy..or so I told myself. Our “Queen Slut” title went to whoever had done the wildest thing lately. The previous holder had sucked off two different guys in one night.

The way his tough Alpha image cracked over little things that mattered. Traffic was awful as usual when I pulled out. A girl in the next lane screamed Taylor Swift lyrics while fixing her lip gloss in the mirror. Somebody behind me honked aggressively at nothing. I let my hand drift back to the velvet box. I’d even tried harder in the bedroom lately. The thought alone made embarrassment crawl up my neck. Hours of awkward “research” p**n videos to learn new sex styles. Lingerie that made me feel ridiculous. A pack elder’s wife had once leaned toward me after too much wine and said quietly:

The unknown seemed unhinged Until finally the unknown yielded Fine. Go on your stupid little date. But you’re wearing the plug the whole time. The big one. Put it in before you leave. Send proof. Try anything and the videos drop. “Please… not tonight,” I typed back with my fingers trembling. “It’ll be obvious. I can’t.” *Do it or everyone knows what a slut you are. Clock’s ticking" Sarah’s text popped up at the worst possible moment: *Hey! I’m already at the theater grabbing snacks. See you soo