Very Smutty Books Novels & Stories

Samantha In all my years of owning a publishing company, I've read countless books about taboo themes. From reverse harem, erotica, age gap, incest, mafia romance, dark romance, and all the hardcore topics. I realised that, in New York, people shunned books like these, and they made sure to shut them down before they got to the public eye. I built my company to give people a chance to see through their creative imagination, no matter how dark it is. There are people who actually like reading books like these. They are invested in them too; hence, they need their fix.

It was just Hasmik and me in the common lounge, and she was curled up in the oversized armchair with her legs tucked under her, and a book spread open in one hand with a ridiculous grin on her face. If she wasn't gaming, she was reading. Not just any book, either. The smutty kind. The ones with half-naked men on the covers and titles that made me blush, just trying to sound them out in my head. She'd been trying, actively to get me into them. Left one on my bed last week like a trap. A big, glossy cover with glistening abs and a title that screamed bad decisions ahead. I'd stared at it for all of five minutes before shoving it under my pillow like it was cursed.

I will still write romance books but completely cut out the smut while also writing ml (I am a versatile author). I know some of you would really want to see passionate moments between our MCs, but I’ve done a lot of thinking and have chosen what I think is best for me. I know this may be a bummer, but the mental instability implementation smut writing has on me takes a negative toll on my health and I’m sorry.

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

"This is what you both used to read. You used to swoon over them. The hero kidnapped her for a fucksake. Shalini and you have heart eyes for him." "Hey, they are morally grey characters," I explained. "So this is my surprise? You bought me all the smut books?" "Pick one and open them." I took the book with his photo on it, When I opened the first, there was a note and a tiny box carved in it. My heartbeat spiked. These are not books. Not just any books. I open the other books and they are all the same. It has tiny boxes carved in them and story stared in the pages beneath.

You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole. *Opening the door, you freeze seeing Stefanie Meijer, Mark's 40-year-old married mom, on the bed with your laptop open, voluptuous figure in a form-fitting designer dress hugging her big breasts and thick thighs, long black hair draped over shoulders, ocean blue eyes scrolling your filthy collection, full pink lips parted in arousal, plump pink cunt soaking through her no-underwear dress as she bites her lip schemingly.*

She said then faced the other side to chat again with Mom and Dad. When I was satisfied that their attention was not in us, I put my hand inside Samantha's pants. She didn't try to stop me because I know she felt so good about what I was doing to her. Fuck, I'm right! She's been getting aroused for a while now. Just by being next to me, she's already getting aroused? She really is a fucking slut! Damn, her! My hand can already feel her damp panties inside. "Want me to finger-fuck you?" I whispered softly in her ear, trying to tease her wet pussy with my fingers.

Philip smirked proudly and his guys started hyping him up. I know you’re going to be wondering how this is normal? Well we’ve been doing this since the first day of college, we’ve known each other for long so it’s completely normal. We just pick a ransom day, get high and wasted and fuck ourselves, just for fun actually and it never gets out. Ashley started taking off her clothes. God I love her body, she’s fit to be a professional p**n star. Philip grabbed her breast and started playing with it, teasing and then put it in his mouth.

Monalisa Smutty books were getting way too filthy for my taste lately. The couple in the one I was reading were twisted into a position that looked physically impossible, legs over shoulders, back arched at a brutal angle, the hero slamming into her so deep and hard it looked like he was trying to ruin her for any other man. The author deserved jail time. How the hell did someone even write something that dirty? And how was the heroine not cramping? I gripped my Kindle so tight my knuckles turned white, equal parts horrified and shamefully turned on, when the chaos downstairs exploded again. Bass vibrated through the floor. Loud laughter. Splashing. Drunken shouts.

PROLOGUE After a professional feud explodes at a publishing event, fiery editor Elena and smug bestselling author Jax Hart are forced to shelter in the same mountain lodge during a snowstorm. There’s only one bed. No Wi-Fi. No escape. What starts as snarling insults becomes raw, scorching hate sex in front of the fire—fast, brutal, and addictive. And Jax? He wants a new kind of release—and he’s about to write Elena into his filthiest chapter yet.