Writing Smut Novels & Stories

I growled. I hated it when people made me do that. “Let’s try again. ” I got closer, hunching over her. “How do you taste, slut?” She took a deep breath and then opened her mouth to reply. “Good enough to eat. ”I smirked. It was going to be a fun day at work.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

Her skin was flushed, sweat-slicked, and her pussy was a sopping mess, clenching weakly around my withdrawing fingers. "My turn," Vanessa panted, her chest heaving, eyes wild with post-orgasmic haze as she pushed me onto my back. My cock stood straight up, veined and glistening from earlier teasing, the head purple and weeping. "And I'm going to make you regret asking for penetration."

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

I brought my fingers up to my mouth, sucking them slowly, keeping intense eye contact with him. I popped the wet fingers out of my mouth then trailed my hand to my entrance. A seductive smile crept across my face when I finally reached my aching pussy, I opened my mouth wide, furrowing my brows when I swirled my saliva-coated fingers around my clit. Spreading my legs even wider, and dipping a finger inside my pussy, trying to maintain eye contact with him. I curled the finger inside my wet pussy in and out repeating those movements. I couldn't take it anymore, I threw my head back moaning at the intense pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good.” I shiver hard. My pussy pulses around his cock. His hand moves lower. His fingers find my swollen clit. He rubs it in tight, wet circles. The pressure builds fast. It climbs higher and higher until I scream. My whole body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts even faster. His cock pounds into me. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers flutter to the floor. I feel him swell inside me. The extra thickness stretches me wider. It feels absolutely exquisite. My orgasm finally crashes over me like a beautiful wave. My pussy clenches tight around him. It milks his cock with every spasm. He groans again. His control starts to slip. The love in his thrusts creates a stunning con

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

I didn’t give a fuck that he was Jessie’s boyfriend, I loved it. “I’m gonna write ‘slut’ on your forehead,” he said, pulling back just enough to grab the marker again. “Only a real slut can take this.” I nodded fast. He wrote it in big letters, then groaned, “Fuck, that turns me on.” I was bouncing on the bench from the force of the cocks inside me. Cum was already dripping down my legs. I didn’t even care if Daniel was somewhere in the line anymore. I just loved this. “I wanna spit in your mouth,” Sam said.

I have never done this before and no one has seen completely naked and worst of all fucked me. He grabs my hand sna spills me upwards. I stare at him with my brows curved in confusion. “Let me make you feel like a true woman!” He smuttier says with a sly wink and smirk. I can’t help her alike my face tk be vulnerable and allow his contagious smile infect my face as well. I joined him in his sly smile.

He began to write. The nib was cold against my left breast, the slow, elegant cursive tracing the first sentence across the upper swell: “I will ruin you slowly, letter by letter, until every inch of your skin begs for my cock.” The ink was chill; my nipples hardened into painful, aching points. He continued across the right breast, describing in meticulous detail how he would stretch my holes until I sobbed his name. The pen dragged lower across my ribs, my quivering stomach, the sensitive dip of my navel. Every word sent shivers racing over my skin; the tickle of the nib made my clit throb in time with my pulse. When he reached my hipbones he paused to read aloud what he’d written. Then he