Very Smutty Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.

“I already finished the book you lent me. Can I borrow more?” “Sure, do you want the same romance, or do you want it to be different? Like smut?” she asked, her grin was so wide I could practically see all her teeth. “Smut?” The word felt odd on my tongue, so I tilted my head, genuinely puzzled. Not only did she look absolutely thrilled, but it was the first time I’d ever heard that word. For most of my life, the only books I’d read were about history or science. Novels were still a new territory.

he looked around and laughed, “But enough of that, I want to hear about your writing. What are you working on at the moment?” I spluttered on the glass of water that I had just taken a drink from. Hmm, things always got awkward when I talked about my books. It was bad enough that I wrote about werewolves and vampires and stuff, but when I added in that the books were more than a little smutty, it would raise a few eyebrows. I certainly wasn’t sure that it was a good first impression that I wanted to give to someone who basically spent his days dealing with millions of pounds. “Oh, it’s a romance of sorts,” I said with a shrug and Dominic smiled.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

I stepped through the front door much later than expected, the cool night air still clinging to my jacket. The house was thick with the heavy, intoxicating scent of spilled wine, sweet perfume, and something far more primal..the unmistakable musk of feminine arousal lingering in the air like an invitation. My pulse quickened as I took in the lounge: catalogues strewn across every surface, empty wine bottles lying on their sides, and an array of sex toys scattered openly..thick realistic dildos, powerful vibrators still faintly humming, delicate lace lingerie draped over the sofa like forgotten promises.

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

“Campus security gets nosy after ten.” Mia shut it softly. The office smelled like old books, coffee, and faint whiskey. Stacks of papers and first editions covered every surface. A single lamp cast warm light across the desk. “You wanted to go over the D.H. Lawrence chapter,” she said, setting her bag down. Hale finally looked at her. His eyes lingered a second too long on the way her sweater hugged her chest before returning to her face. “Your analysis is sharp. But you’re romanticizing the power exchange. Sit.”

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

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.

Still, even though she had the cutest figure, I never thought about her (or any girl at that point), sexually. It was a very hot and humid July day, with the occasional rain it just wasn't a good day for the pool. We were at her house, her parents were at work since it was a weekday, and we were bored and just hanging out in her room. Looking out her window I saw a very old shed half hidden in bushes and obviously not used. I asked her about it and she said she'd never been in it so we decided to explore. We pushed the door open and in the dim light through the one window it was sort of creepy and had spiderwebs and we were both wearing what was almost a summer uniform - shorts, crop tops, a