Chapter Three — Confessional Cravings

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• Wet Confessions   Chapter 16 – Unlocked After Midnight

  Zara was never supposed to walk that floor.Her assignment was simple: rotate security every two hours, cover the lower ten levels, and never question the protocols around Floor 21.“Private tenant,” her supervisor had warned. “No calls. No keys. No interference.”But the rules didn’t stop curiosity.And Zara had always been curious.That night, as she leaned against the security desk, the quiet hum of the city outside made her thoughts wander.She closed her eyes for a moment.And imagined.The elevator button for Floor 21 lit up under her fingertips.Her pulse raced as the car rose. She imagined herself stepping onto a carpeted hallway lined with mirrored panels and rich silence.She passed the suite 21B.Suddenly, her radio crackled.“Curious, aren’t we?”A man’s voice. Rich. Low. Amused.She turned, imagining the door unlocking.“Come in, Zara.”She stepped into her own fantasy.The suite was dim and sensual. Moonlight poured in through the floor to ceiling windows. There he stood

• Wet Confessions   Confession No. 29 – Under the Table

  Mia had always flirted with danger, but nothing compared to Nathan.Her best friend’s older brother.Six years older. Six inches taller. All tattoos and trouble, freshly moved back into town after a stint overseas.She hadn’t seen him since high school. But when she walked into Eliza’s house for family dinner and saw him at the head of the table in a black button-up, she almost dropped the pie.Nathan smirked the second their eyes met.And never looked away.He had this aura like heat simmering beneath his calm. Like he knew exactly how bad she wanted him and exactly how far she’d let him go.And tonight, Mia wanted to find out just how far that was.Dinner was normal on the surface.Roast chicken. Wine. Eliza chattering about work. Their mom sharing vacation plans. Her dad is talking politics.But under the table?Nathan’s knee pressed against hers. Firm. Deliberate.Her breath hitched. He didn’t move.When she didn’t pull away, his hand slid onto her thigh.Slow. Teasing.She tried

• Wet Confessions   Confession No. 28 – Daddy’s Gamer Friend

  It started with a laugh.Kelsey had been wandering down the hallway in nothing but an oversized T-shirt and cheeky panties when she spotted him. Blake curled up on the couch, headset on, controller in hand, deep in a game.Her father’s best friend.Twice her age. Recently divorced. Muscles in all the right places. A voice so smooth it melted her spine.He was supposed to crash for a few nights while moving out of his ex’s place.But three weeks later, he was still on the couch. And she was still watching him.Every night.From the stairs. From the shadows.Sometimes crouched behind the kitchen island, hand slowly slipping beneath her panties while he growled into his mic about domination, tactics, and submission.She imagined his hands on her. His deep voice in her ear.One night, she decided to make it real.She padded into the living room barefoot.It was nearly midnight. Her T-shirt hit mid-thigh, barely hiding the lacy black panties underneath.He glanced over his shoulder and rai

• Wet Confessions   Confession No. 27 – The Silent Tenant

  Samira lived on the third floor of an ageing apartment complex with paint chipped hallways, buzzing fluorescent lights, and paper thin walls that turned every private moment into public background noise.She moved in a month ago to a new start, new city, new heartbreak.Her neighbour in the next unit never introduced himself. No mail slipped under his door. No friendly hellos. No shoes outside. He was a ghost.Except at night.Late night.When the world was quiet and she lay curled under her comforter, scrolling erotica forums with one hand under her shirt that’s when she heard him.Groans. Deep. Gritty. Intimate.At first, she thought it was a show some podcast or adult video. But soon, she realized it was raw. Real. Timed perfectly to the creak of his bed.His breathing grew heavy. His voice grumbled curses in a low, broken rhythm. Sometimes, he'd moan softly. Once, she even heard a name.Other nights were even more primal sharp exhales, the unmistakable slick slap of skin against s

• Wet Confessions   Confession No. 26 – The Doll Next Door

  Janelle didn’t date anymore.Not after the last three disasters. Not after being ghosted, gaslit, and drained.She’d traded emotional exhaustion for electricity.Instead of chasing mediocre hookups, she poured herself into her job working as a developer for a secretive high-end pleasure tech company.And then came her pet project: Viktor.A prototype male sex doll designed to look, feel, and perform like the ultimate fantasy.Tall. Sculpted. Programmed with AI algorithms that responded to voice tone, touch, and desire cues.Six months of work. And now, once a week, she gave herself over to him completely.No pressure. No judgment.Just pure, designed ecstasy.It was Thursday night, and her body buzzed with anticipation.She set the room in ritual: dimmed the lights, lit sandalwood candles, turned on her sensual jazz playlist.Then she slipped into a sheer crimson robe, revealing lacy black lingerie beneath.She approached Viktor as he stood by the wall perfectly still until she activa

• Wet Confessions   Confession No. 25 – Sweat & Surrender

  Kiara wasn’t into working out.She signed up for the gym three weeks ago just after the breakup.Her ex said she’d never keep a routine, never have discipline, never be the girl who made heads turn.Well, he was half right.She still hated cardio. Still loved cupcakes.But there was one thing that kept her coming back three days a week: Noah.Her personal trainer.Six foot something. Bearded. Veins visible on his forearms. Eyes like forest fire. The kind of man who made even water breaks feel indecent.And when he corrected her form with his hands on her hips or stood behind her during squats, her whole body would hum with arousal.He never crossed the line.But she was determined to.That evening, the gym was quiet. Just a few stragglers and background music on low volume.Noah was wrapping up their session. She was in black leggings and a backless crop top, slick with sweat.He handed her a towel. His fingers lingered.“Last set,” he said, voice low.She dropped into another lunge.