Novel & Cerita Writing Smut

Clit rubs his base. Sparks fly. The smell excites me now. Rot is arousing. I lean forward, bite his shoulder. Taste decay. Salty and bitter. He grunts. Thrusts up. Meets my pace. We fuck steady. Sweat slicks us. My pussy grips tight. Juices flow free. Drip on his balls. They tighten. Another load coming, I speed up, bounce hard; my ass slaps his thighs loud and fleshy. Orgasm builds fast. I cum first.

"Your brother kept you hidden away like a good girl. Turns out you're a desperate little slut, aren't you?" "Yes." The word came out broken. "Yes, I'm a slut. I'm whatever you want me to call myself." Smith moved behind me. I felt his clothed body press against my bare back, felt how hard he was through his jeans. His hands gripped my hips and pulled my ass back against him and he ground against me slowly while Theo played with my nipples. "She's already shaking," Smith said quietly. The first words he'd spoken all night. "Hasn't even been touched properly and she's falling apart."

“Touch me here. Rub my swollen clit… yes, good boy. Now slide your fingers inside. Deeper… curl them… ohhh fuck, yes!” He pumped four fingers into my soaking pussy. I rode his hand shamelessly, big tits bouncing. “Ohhh yesss… deeper, Salman! Fuck me with those fingers! You’re going to make me cum! Ahhh… ahhh… I’m cumming… oh my godddd!” My thighs shook violently as a powerful orgasm crashed through me. My hairy cunt gushed warm juices all over his wrist and the sheets while I screamed in release. He was rock-hard again. I straddled his hips, rubbing my slick, hairy pussy slowly up and down his long shaft, coating him in my cream. “Ready to fuck a real woman for the first time, Salman?”

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

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I myself find both women and men attractive, but the pastime of pleasuring a woman is a hard one to beat. We had finished discussing the book, but as always we took our chatter late on into the evening. The wine had clearly taken effect, as had the content of the book. Suddenly they all seemed to think it was funny to post their bums and bra clad boobs as their profile pictures, asking the rest of us what we thought the lead character would like to do to that.

He preferred to have his package on the back of his neck rather than on his face. I felt fingers in my hair and smiled softly. I loved those gestures. They made me feel special. Cute things made my toes curl. My skin crawled and I sank deeper into her thighs. I shouldn't have started touching my hair. Now I wanted to keep it as a hair- stroking slave (if that ever existed). - Don't do dirty things back there - G's hostile voice made my eyelids flutter open before they fell of their inertia - Speaking of dirty things. Sweetie, I don't know any name of erotic literature writer that begins with Samantha.

“I can see potential in your story from the little I’ve seen so far. It’s a new company so I am actively recruiting for good authors. I don’t mind any lack of professional writing experience.” Leo had to express some skepticism even though it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. “Do you really think my gay smut novel could be a bestseller? It’s a niche genre compared to straight romance.” He thought his novel was good, yet he knew he had to be realistic about how much money it could make him. The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight.

You gonna love it,* I smiled when I saw the first page and opened the second one *Fuck that prick if he doesn't sit with you and read this to your ears. Does he think all he had to do was pour? He needs to water it too! Tell me, does he top it at least once a week? If he doesn't, fuck him once more!* I covered my mouth and laughed. It seemed the writer was a very wild person. The language used was somehow vulgar but not too much, it was warm to the heart and would make any pregnant woman feel better with herself.