HeyJaredSmutty Simmons
Most of what I write is about longing. Paid subscribers just get closer to it.
- Indexed issues, last 90 days
- 13
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- Sep 30, 2026
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- Jul 4, 2026
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Jackson Handshake: Naked and Nervous (opens the original)
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is one of the best things to come from starting this Substack. Supportive, talented, sexy, quick, hilarious, handsome, charming, kind, interesting, multifaceted. Happy Birthday, Bubba. I love you. 💚— SThe thing about Jack is that he’s always preferred the giving, rather than the receiving.Don’t get me wrong, the receiving part is great. He loves it. Gives it five stars, easily. But the giving? It’s the giving that make his blood pump and his balls tighten.It isn’t something
Scarlett’s Letter: Practice Shots (opens the original)
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Lovers,Welcome to my latest series, exclusively for paid subs. This series will be dropping once a week. Each letter will be addressed to you, the reader. Each letter will contain a fantasy of mine in all its explicit, smutty, delicious detail. — SThis series is exclusive to paid subscribers. Cum on in.<input class="em
The Toll (opens the original)
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The scene was almost gothic. Candlelight flickered across the scarred oak table like conspiratorial whispers, casting long shadows over half empty glasses of Bordeaux and scattered pages of poetry and prose.They were five that night— writers all, sharp as ink soaked nibs, their laughter a cacophony of epigrams and half-formed sonnets. Sienna sat at one end, her dark hair curled and unruly from stained fingers running through it as she wrote wildly. Across from her, Thomas leaned back in his chai
September Smut Stroll: Submission in the Seats (opens the original)
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Never again, will you be able to smell leather and expensive cologne without thinking about him.This particular night, you could still detect the faint trace of your cunt already on the seats from the last time he had you in the car.Rain hammered the roof in a steady, anonymous rhythm. The car idled at a deserted lookout, the radio still playing 90s classics quietly. You hadn’t seen a headlight pass you in a long time. You remained sealed inside your own dark little world on the empty road.He wa
Sharp. Wet. Dangerous. (opens the original)
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Disclaimer:While a father and son are both fucked by the same (lucky) woman, there is never any crossover. If the idea gives you the ick, you don’t have to read it. I’d honestly prefer you didn’t.— S Read more
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