Written Smut Novels & Stories

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

"What?" "For my husband to finish what he fucking started." Sammy took the lube bottle from the bedside table and squirted some into her hand. "What, you thought I forgot about what you promised? You wanted to love me, to take it slow. So we did that, and I loved you for your restraint." She kissed me softly as she stroked my dick, spreading the lube on it. "Then you started fucking me, and I loved you for your passion." Another kiss, harder this time. "Now? Now I want you to show me what you were going to do that second night, the night you made me choose a safeword. 'Rutabaga.' I remembered it. But I don't think-- " My smart little slut gave my cock a squeeze. " -- I'm eeever going to need

He lay down on the bed, curiosity twinkling in his eyes as I traced a finger along his chest on to of him I was nervous I'd never done this, I could only hope all my years of reading smut didn't go to waste. I took off my shirt as I watched him, his hands reached for me when I unclasped my bra and I slapped it away, telling him to wait I stood up do take of my skirt, keeping my eyes on him, his eyes darkened when I slipped of my panties, dangling it from my finger before dropping He was getting impatient, I could see it from the way his hands tightened beside him and his eyes darkened as though he wanted to swallow me whole

I corrected with a weary sigh, already anticipating the litany of smutty rejoinders awaiting, "nothing more, nothing less." "Smoky, you say?" Lilly positively purred back at me, no doubt proverbial gears already whirring overtime. "How deliciously apropos and dripping with sultry symbolism if she were the helpless ingenue swept into 'forbidden dalliances' with your dashing young ghostwriter when he comes padding into witness..." I cradled the receiver away, massaging my temples to stave off the impending headache accompanying her unwavering libido. "Oh, sweet Lord, give me patience..."

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

However, today, it is me making the rules and the time between my fingers and the device, a green light signals that a voice message will come in. "Amelia, it's Adam. I know you're not home, but, I want you to listen to this message as soon as you get in. I apologize to you for the story that came out in the magazine, not out of regret that I went out with a girl, but for agreeing to start that with you. Mixing sex and work is always pleasurable and inspiring to me. However, I understand that for you, it is a hope that we can evolve into something more. And I cannot guarantee that this will happen, I am not close to relationships and golden romances. Friendships do. And that's why ours matt

I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy. I was so fucking wet, and I loved it. I pulled my fingers out and tasted my wetness. It was delicious. I slowly sucked on my fingers like a slut. God, I needed to punish myself. I flung the book away as I used my other hand to grope my tits. I pulled down my panties and thrust two fingers into my pussy. "Fuck!" I let out a moan. I brought my other hand down to my clit and stroked it as I fingered myself.

Cum was pumped into my womb, deep into my bowels, and forced down my throat until I was coughing and drooling it everywhere. At one point they lowered me slightly, bent me forward, and made me look directly at Brutus. while two men double-stuffed my pussy from behind and another took my ass. The wet, filthy sounds of my ruined holes were unmistakable. And unbareble. In front of him. “You see this, cuck?” one of them taunted Brutus. “This is how a real team satisfies a woman. Not your weak little pumps.” The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my choking gurgles, their grunts, my screams.

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."

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!'