Weird Smut Books Novels & Stories

“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.”

Without thinking, he looked down at the obvious bulge; and to his horror, Diamanda’s eyes followed his. ‘Oh, wow,’ she breathed, ‘This gets weirder and weirder.’ 'I'm sorry. You don’t know me. This’s so embarrassing,’ he burbled, feeling the blush come racing up his throat and his erection get horrifically harder. ‘Don’t worry about it,' Diamanda answered airily, her initial surprised reaction melting into something more teasing and confident; a kind of amused resignation that was still ever-so-slightly laced with ’ wonder. ‘And I do know you — in a way. You’re not the only person who watches people ... I do it all . the time. How do you think I get ideas for my books - and stories?’ She pau

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

One thing I hate about my job is the amount of dicks you get to see... like dick here dick there. The worst part? Is if you're assigned permanently to the andropause section. As a healthy straight, single woman who doesn't have constant sex, it's pure hell. You get to see thick veiny big erect sausages that you have to touch. And not touch in the way you'd want to. Honestly I didn't know the prostate section was gonna be pure temptation. It paid higher which was why I took it but now I'm beginning to regret it.

“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 love reading.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re reading sex, aren’t you?” “Ew! God, no,” I shot back, trying not to laugh. “It’s a good book—with just a little smut.” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, amused. “Can I read it then?” “What? Hell no!” My cheeks flushed instantly. She tisked and shook her head. “You’re reading smut.” I groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

Instead, I forced myself to concentrate on the absurdity of his words, determined to push aside the lingering thoughts of that smile and the unwelcome effect it had on me. “You’re still the strangest human I’ve ever known,” I remarked, a bemused smile trying to peek out. “You delve into paranormal smut with a mix of fascination and excitement, and after discovering that werewolves, vampires, angels, and demons walk among us, you somehow still cling to the hope that your fetish for dragons and fairies might one day come true.” I shook my head in disbelief, chuckling softly.

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.

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.