The Oracle’s Smut Scale: How Spicy Is Too Spicy?
Everyone asks the same question: “How spicy is this book?”
But let’s be real - “spicy” means different things to different people. To some, it’s a shirtless kiss on page 312. To others, it’s a knife at the throat and a “Good girl, now take it.” That’s why I am posting The Oracle’s Smut Scale, a five-level heat map of horniness designed to help you find exactly the kind of ruin you’re looking for. Because who doesn’t love a shared standard of measurement; and, so you’ll know what you’re really asking for when you request your bundle from me.
It’s not necessarily about how much sex. It’s about how intense it gets.
Let’s begin.
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LEVEL 1:
Lip Biting and Longing
A gentle simmer. A smooch in the dark. Maybe a boob grab.
Fade to black or very closed door
Tension > Touch
Kisses like confessions
One orgasm max (and it might be metaphorical)
📖 Think: “The Cheat Sheet” by Sarah Adams (or pretty much any of her books)
🖤 Oracle’s note: Sweet. Teasing. Perfect for the emotionally delicate or just starting their filth journey.
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LEVEL 2:
Blushworthy But Polite
You’ll need water. Maybe a cold shower. But your mom could still read it.
At least one graphic sex scene
Missionary—but with eye contact
Slightly elevated heart rate
He says he wants you. Once.
📖 Think: “It Happened One Summer” or “The Love Hypothesis”
🖤 Oracle’s note: A warm-up. A palate cleanser. A date with a man who says “please.”
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LEVEL 3:
Sweaty. Desperate. Audible Gasp.
You’ll shift in your seat and hope no one notices.
Multiple explicit scenes
Dirty talk enters the chat
Praise kink, possessiveness, restrained chaos
You start screenshotting quotes and texting friends things like “oh my god page 146.”
📖 Think: “Twisted Games” by Ana Huang
🖤 Oracle’s note: This is the danger zone where emotional tension and erotic intensity peak. Consider hydrating.
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LEVEL 4:
Feral. Filthy.
This is where the respectable readers tap out and the rest of us fall to our knees.
Kinks: degradation, breeding, CNC, size, primal
Weapons? Maybe. Blood? Possibly. Aftercare? Required.
Your Kindle screen fogs up. You reread paragraphs with one hand.
📖 Think: “Lights Out” or “Praise”
🖤 Oracle’s note: If you’re not breathing through your mouth by chapter five, it’s not level 4.
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LEVEL 5:
Completely soaked. Absolutely wrecked.
You will be changed. Possibly forever. And you’ll love it.
You cried. You climaxed. You saw god and he was wearing leather gloves.
Every kink is on the table. Every hole is fair game.
There may be monsters. Or knives. Or emotional healing through degradation.
Was there a plot? Probably, but that isn’t the thing you’ll remember.
📖 Think: “There Are No Saints,” “Scream for Us,” anything you’re too embarrassed to explain to your therapist
🖤 Oracle’s note: If you finish the book and have to sit quietly with your legs crossed and your soul upside down? That’s Level 5.
🕊️ Final Thoughts
There’s no wrong level—only what you’re ready for.
And baby, if you made it to the bottom of this post?
You’re probably a Level 4 masquerading as a 2.
Your cravings aren’t shameful. They’re sacred.
XoXo,
Em
Want me to build you a custom reading list based on your Smut Level? The Oracle is listening.
🖤 Fill out a bundle request here.