Writing Smut Novels & Stories

He is hitting me deep, and I am truly going crazy from the pleasure of his f*cking. “More! Ahhhh! More! Keep going, honey! You’re so good at fcking! I’ve wasted so much time! Fvck me! Fvck me all the time! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Hnnnnn! Ahhhhh!” I say seductively, grinding my hips back at him. It’s like I already know what to do because my mother had me read some of her smutty books. I contract my pvssy muscles, squeezing his c*ck inside me, and he lets out a moan. I smile at the sound and move my hips to meet every thrust. I shriek and laugh when he swats my behind. He stops moving and pulls out his long weapon. He flips me onto my back on the bed and immediately smothers me with passionate kisses. I

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

“You gonna keep teasing or actually show me the full manuscript so I can do my job?” Damien smirked and got up, grabbing his laptop from the desk. He set it on the coffee table in front of us and opened it, pulling up the document. We leaned in together, shoulders touching, his scent wrapping around me as we scrolled through the pages. His writing was filthy, detailed scenes of strong hands gripping hips hard enough to bruise, tongues licking sweat from abs, thick cocks sliding raw and deep while the bottom begged for more, cum dripping down thighs. Reading it with him this close had my dick throbbing, leaking a little into my jeans.

I wanted to be the only man in her life – me! MINE! “I---,” she finally confessed in a small voice, her face beet red and cheeks flushed with hot embarrassment. “I read smut.” She couldn’t even look at me as she said it! Still--- “Hmm,” I hummed, barely able to hide my amusement – and relief! “Send me some of your favorite ones, will you?” “What?!” She gaped, her wide, beautiful eyes flashed up at mine as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard...

Although the police are actively pursuing and preventing this crime, this criminal activity is still going on vigorously because the profits are too much. - It stinks. – Lucasta grimaced and frowned. - Yes, but after being marinated with chemicals, they will become delicious fresh meat and make Lucasta salivate. – Samson smiled, and wrapped his arms around her waist, preparing to take her out. - Are you still teasing me? Can't harvest anything. – Lucasta lightly pinched him, pretending to be angry. Before he took her away from the smelly warehouse, she took a few photos. She did not want her and Samson's efforts to be meaningless.

he continued, “look at you raising your ass to meet my smacks, do you enjoy getting smacked like a dirty slut?” Hmm? I didn’t know that he was such a talker. That he could talk this dirty during sex. With him, sex was just an endless thrusting session with no talks at all, it was brutal and feral and ravaging but this? The way he was talking dirty like this? It was unexplainable. “You haven’t answered me,” another smack, “do you enjoy getting smacked like a dirty little slut?” “Yes,” I whimpered in my utterly aroused state, “yes please.”

It was a good thing I'm a she-wolf and I could control myself pretty well. I heard the slippery sound that his hand was making along his shaft. He was panting. It was so sexy. I placed my body against the bathroom door. I was definitely gonna rub one out in the shower later. !SQUIRT! The smell of anise and tobacco invaded my nostrils and seeped into my soul. His cum smelt delicious. Jazmine was howling in my head. She was fighting me for control. 'NO JAZMINE, NO! CALM DOWN!'

Three of her little fingers jammed in and out of her dripping pussy while she rubbed her clit in harsh rhythm. "Well, well, well. Hello, slutty sis," he said coyly, smirking at her as he dug into his boxers and brought out his dick. “Sam!” Lucy gasped, fingers still pumping her pussy wetly. Her deer caught in headlights eyes. The wet, squishy sounds of her pussy being fucked. The delicious scent of her wet pussy lingering in the air. And of course, the ethereal sight of her heavenly body. Sam had never been so turned on in his life.

The sensation of being filled so completely made Ara shudder. Damon finally pulled out. A thick stream of his cum leaked from her stretched pussy onto the silk sheets. “Get to the desk,” he said, still breathing hard. “Write the scene. Now. Every detail. While my cum is still dripping out of you.” Ara’s legs shook as she walked naked to the elegant desk beside his bed. She sat down, feeling his warm seed leaking down her thighs as she opened the new laptop. Her fingers trembled as she began typing, describing every delicious moment. His tongue on her clit, the powerful creampie while staring into her eyes.

The ache from earlier came back stronger. “Angie, he’s texting dirty stuff,” I whispered. “Good. Reply dirty back. Practice.” I hesitated, then typed. Me: You can’t say things like that. I’ve never had anyone touch me there. Wesley: Fuck, Samantha. You’re killing me. I want to be the first. I’d go slow. Make you feel so good that you forget about essays and grades for a while. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.