DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA
“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about”
Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me.
“Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push.
“You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips.
“Yes… oh God, yes.”
His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole.
“Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper.
The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs.
“F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life.
He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.”
Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex.
Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat.
Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail.
No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.
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Chapter: Obey me, Darling IIIMy legs were still jelly when he stepped back, zipping his jeans but not looking away from me. His eyes flicked over my naked body like I was an art piece he was about to add another layer to.“On the bed. Face up.” His voice left no space for questions.I climbed onto the bed, heart hammering. My skin still tingled from the last round, every nerve raw and awake.He reached into the drawer beside the bed. When his hand came back, there was a coil of black leather straps and a small silver wand that made my stomach flip.“Hands above your head.”I did as he said. He tied my wrists together with the straps, quick and practiced, then secured them to the headboard. The leather bit into my skin just enough to remind me how stuck I was. My pulse skittered.“Spread your legs.”I opened them wide. He ran a hand slowly from my throat down between my breasts, across my stomach, to my inner thigh. Every inch of me trembled.“You’ve been good…” he murmured, the edge of a smile on his lips. “But n
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: Obey Me, Darling II (Deeper Into His Rules)He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. His fingers slid under my chin, tilting my head back as he looked down at me like I was already his.“Up,” he said, voice like a growl. “Strip. Everything.”I rose on shaky legs, still dizzy from what I’d just done. My hands fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, pulling it open one by one until my breasts spilled free. His eyes followed every movement as I slid my skirt down my thighs, stepping out of it, standing there in just my panties.“All of it.”I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, pulling the last barrier away. The air hit my bare skin and my nipples tightened instantly. My pulse thudded so hard I felt it in my throat.He took a slow step toward me, one hand sliding over my hip, his thumb grazing the edge of my core.“You’re wet already.” His voice was a whisper, but it vibrated through me like thunder. “On your knees. Hands behind your back.”I dropped, knees pressing into the carpet, fingers lacing behind me. I could feel how exp
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: Obey Me, Darling I (The First Lesson Taken Further)The mansion was quiet after dinner. Every hallway whispered of secrets, shadows stretching long under the dim lights. I knew I wasn’t supposed to roam, but my curiosity pulled me like a magnet. Every creak of the floorboards felt loud under my skin, and every step made my pulse hammer in my ears.Then I felt him — the way he always appeared silently, like he was part of the darkness itself. His presence alone made me shiver, a mixture of fear and desire I couldn’t shake.“You shouldn’t be wandering,” he said, voice low, commanding.I tried to meet his eyes, tried to look defiant, but my knees betrayed me, weakening just from being near him. His gaze was sharp, stripping me bare without a touch.“I… I just wanted. . .” I started, but he cut me off, stepping closer, so close I could feel the heat radiating off him.“No excuses,” he murmured, voice dangerous. “When you’re under my roof, my rules are everything. You’ll learn quickly, or the lessons will be… unpleasant.”I swallowed, feeli
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: The underground ring IVThe second his fingers slid inside me, I forgot how to breathe. My mouth fell open, a broken sound spilling out as my back arched hard off the bed. He didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t give me anything soft or gentle—just deep, relentless strokes that made my thighs shake around him.My hands clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. Every thrust of his fingers hit that spot that made my vision blur, my legs spreading wider without me meaning to.“You like being used, don’t you?” His voice was low, dangerous, but laced with something smug. His free hand grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him even as tears threatened to sting the corners of my eyes. “Tell me.”I shook my head, trying to deny it, but my body betrayed me again. My hips rolled up into his hand, chasing the pressure, the speed. His thumb pressed against my clit, circling ruthlessly until I cried out.“Say it.”“I—I don’t—” My words broke into a moan as he curled his fingers inside me, and the sound
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: The underground ring IIIThe sound of the lock clicking shut sent a chill straight through me. I wasn’t sure if it was fear, or the thrill of knowing there was no escape now. The room suddenly felt smaller, the walls closer, his presence filling every corner until I couldn’t breathe without inhaling him.He leaned back against the door, arms crossed, watching me like a predator that had already won. My pulse was racing, yet I couldn’t bring myself to move. My body felt glued to the spot, trembling between defiance and surrender.“What do you want from me?” The words came out sharper than I intended, though my voice still shook.He smiled—slow, lazy, dangerous. “Everything.”The way he said it made my stomach twist, made my thighs press together as though I could stop the rush of heat pooling there. I hated it. I hated how my body reacted, how it betrayed me.I backed away as he took a step forward. My knees brushed against the edge of the bed, forcing me down to sit. He didn’t pounce, didn’t rush. Instead, he
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: The underground ring IIMy legs were still shaking when he dragged me outside. The night air was sharp against my flushed skin, but his grip on my wrist kept me hot, tethered, burning.“Where are we.” I started, but the question was cut off when he opened the door of a sleek black car and shoved me inside.He climbed in, his presence filling the space, his hand resting heavy on my thigh. Every time the car hit a bump, his fingers squeezed, reminding me who was in control.“You think I’m done with you?” His voice was low, dangerous.My thighs pressed together. “N-no.”“Good,” he said. “Because we’re not stopping until you understand exactly what you belong to.”The ride was a blur of neon lights and pounding heartbeats. By the time we reached his place—a penthouse that loomed high above the city—my body was already trembling again.The second the door shut behind us, he spun me around and slammed me against it. His mouth crashed against mine, tongue forcing its way inside, rough and hungry. My moan was swallo
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: Part Twelve — After Everyone SleepsI wake up because the night feels different.Not louder. Not quieter. Just… awake.For a second, I don’t know where I am. The tent ceiling hovers inches above my face, dark and unfamiliar. The air smells like smoke and grass and something damp. Then it all comes back—the bus, the tents, the fire.Jules is asleep beside me, turned toward the tent wall, breathing slow and even. He talks in his sleep sometimes, but tonight he’s quiet.I stare up at the canvas, listening.The woods don’t sleep like the city does. There’s no full silence. Something is always moving. Leaves brushing. A branch snapping somewhere far off. Insects humming like tiny machines. It should be scary.It isn’t.I roll onto my side, careful not to wake Jules, and check my phone under the blanket. No signal, obviously. But the time glows back at me anyway.12:17 a.m.I don’t know why I do it, but I open my messages.Isabella’s name is there, sitting calmly like it belongs. Like it’s always belonged.I type slowly.Are
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Part Eleven — Two by TwoThe teachers didn’t waste time.The moment everyone was off the bus and standing around with bags at their feet, trying to act like they weren’t overwhelmed by the trees and the quiet and the fact that there were no buildings anywhere, one of them clapped her hands loud enough to make a few birds scatter.“Okay, listen up,” she said. “We’re setting up camp. You’ll be working in pairs.”Groans. Cheers. Nervous laughter.She kept talking, explaining how everything would work. We were shown how to open the tents, how to slide the poles through without bending them, how to hammer the pegs into the ground at an angle so the wind wouldn’t knock everything over. She demonstrated slowly, like she expected us to mess it up anyway.I tried to pay attention. I really did. But my eyes kept drifting.Isabella stood a few feet away, her backpack on the ground, listening closely, her brow pulled together in that serious way she had when she was concentrating. Roxie was beside her tall, brown hair pu
Last Updated: 2026-01-31
Chapter: Part Ten — The Bus Smelled Like GoodbyeThe bus was already there when Mama and I arrived.Big. Yellow. Loud.It looked too excited for how early it was, engine rumbling like it couldn’t wait to leave us behind. Kids were everywhere, dragging bags that looked heavier than they were, parents bending down to give last-minute warnings, teachers holding clipboards like shields.Mama parked slowly, like she wasn’t ready to let the moment happen.“There it is,” she said, even though I could see it.I nodded and adjusted my backpack on my shoulders. It felt heavier than usual, not because of what was inside, but because of what it meant. Three days. No Mama calling my name from the kitchen. No Papa’s late-night voice on the phone. Just me, a bus, the woods, and a lot of people pretending not to be nervous.Mama turned to me. She fixed my collar, smoothed my hair, then stopped herself like she realized she was doing too much.“You have everything?” she asked.“Yes, Mama.”“Socks?”“Yes.”“Your—”“Yes,” I said again, smiling a littl
Last Updated: 2026-01-31
Chapter: Part nine — The Woods Don’t Feel Like StoriesSome mornings it smells like chalk and paper and something dusty that makes my nose itch. Other mornings it smells like perfume and lunch and the floor cleaner the janitor uses that always reminds me of lemons. Today it smelled like rain, even though the sky was clear, like the walls remembered something the weather had forgotten.Mama dropped me off early because she had a meeting. She kissed my cheek twice, told me to behave, told me she loved me, told me not to forget my lunch. I watched her car disappear down the road before I turned toward the building. I don’t know why, but I felt like something was waiting for me inside. Not bad. Just… different.I found Isabella in class before I even sat down.She was already there, like always, sitting straight with her hands folded on her desk, her hair falling neatly down her back like she had brushed it a hundred times. She left the seat beside her empty. For me. That small thing still made my chest feel warm every time.“You’re early,” s
Last Updated: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Part eightI was leaning against the kitchen counter when Roman came home, my palms flat on the cool marble like I needed it to hold me upright. The house was quiet in that way it only ever was when Ethan wasn’t running around, when his laughter wasn’t bouncing off the walls. It should’ve felt peaceful but instead, it felt heavy like the air itself knew something I didn’t want to say out loud.Roman’s keys landed in the bowl by the door. I didn’t turn around, but I felt him before I saw him his presence always announced itself like that. Steady. Familiar. Safe he always makes me safe in a way i do not like admitting.“Ari?” I heard him say. The way he said my name told me he’d already noticed. He always did.His arms slipped around my waist from behind, warm and solid, pulling me back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to my neck, slow and lingering, the way he did like without me in his arms something doesn't feel right. When he thought I was slipping somewhere he couldn’t follow without perm
Last Updated: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Part seven — Old Faces Don’t Stay BuriedI don’t notice how late it is until my phone buzzes.The office is quieter than it should be for a Friday afternoon, the kind of quiet that makes you too aware of your own breathing. I’ve already packed my bag, already shut down my computer, but I’m still sitting there, staring at nothing, replaying a face that has refused to leave me alone all day.Red hair. Pale skin. Green eyes.Too familiar. The only difference is Clara hair isn't red but Brown, Isabella face looks exactly like my wrose nightmare God I can never forget what Clara did to me locked me up in an abounded house beat the shit outta me because she's fucking crazy.I tell myself I’m being dramatic. That time reshapes people. That memory lies. That not every red-haired child belongs to a ghost from my past.Still, when I stand up and head for the elevator, my chest feels tight in a way I don’t like.The drive to Bella’s estate takes longer than I expect. Not because of traffic Paris traffic is its usual chaos but because m
Last Updated: 2026-01-27
Chapter: Chapter 35*Damien*The moment Scarlett stepped out of the office, Ivy broke down.Her hands trembled as she tried to wipe her face, her voice cracking. “I just I can’t stop seeing it, Damien. Every time I close my eyes… Ana’s face, the blood”Before I could react, she stumbled forward and wrapped her arms around me. For a second, I froze, caught off guard. Her body was shaking, her clothes still damp from the rain. She looked terrified. Completely undone.I sighed quietly and pulled her closer, one hand resting gently on her back. “Hey… it’s okay,” I murmured. “You’re safe now. You hear me?”She nodded against my chest, her breathing uneven. “I didn’t know where else to go,” she whispered. “I’ve been trying to sleep but I keep waking up… I keep hearing her scream.”Her voice broke, and I felt her tears soak through my shirt.I tightened my arm around her, slow and steady, letting her calm down. “It’s over, Ivy. What happened wasn’t your fault.”She pulled back just a little, her eyes glossy and
Last Updated: 2025-10-09
Chapter: Chapter 34IvyI decided to go to Damien’s house. It was raining, the kind of heavy, biting rain that made the air feel like ice against my skin. Still, I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my bag, threw on my clothes, and pulled a cap low over my head before boarding a cab straight to his apartment.The ride felt endless, fifteen minutes stretching like hours, every second dragging as the rain hammered down on the roof. When we finally pulled into his estate, I paid the driver and stepped out. My shoes sank into puddles, my clothes already plastered to my body by the storm.The garden looked different. Maybe because it had been so long since I was here… or maybe because the air itself carried a weight tonight. Something about it felt wrong.That’s when I saw them.Two men in sharp suits, standing stiff, their posture too precise. They looked like those hot FBI agents you see in movies, the kind that don’t miss a single detail. My stomach dropped. My heart raced so fast I thought it might rip through my
Last Updated: 2025-09-01
Chapter: Chapter 33*Damien*I stood in my office, hands braced on the edge of the desk, staring down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me. The amber liquid glowed faintly in the late afternoon light, but I hadn’t taken a sip. Not yet.I hadn’t earned the relief.The weight of Ana’s death still clung to the air—heavy, suffocating. Her blood was no longer on the floor, but it was everywhere else. On my conscience. In my lungs. Beneath my skin.I had failed her.And Ivy.And Scarlett.I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady my heartbeat that always spiraled when I thought too long about what if.What if the killer had gone after Scarlett?What if Ivy didn’t make it out?What if this was only the beginning?I hadn’t slept since the night it happened.“Sir?” Malik’s voice came from the hallway, dragging me from my thoughts. “Scarlett’s in the garden. Do you want me to keep eyes on her?”I glanced at the clock. Scarlett had said she wanted some air earlier. She needed space, and after all t
Last Updated: 2025-07-01
Chapter: Chapter 32*Damien*The Next Day“So, this is the easiest way to reach all of us at once,” I said, standing at the center of the main living space in the estate, now turned into a makeshift security hub.“We’ll tour the entire premises after lunch. That way everyone gets familiar with the layout.”After everything that happened… Ana’s death, Ivy’s tears, Scarlett’s fear I wasn’t taking any more risks. I'd doubled the security across the entire property. My wife deserved to feel safe. And I needed to feel like I could protect what mattered most.The truth was, I still felt like a monster.Ivy. That night. The sex. The chaos. The guilt.It clung to me like smoke after a fire, suffocating and unshakable. What I felt for Ivy whatever it was had morphed into a knot of shame and regret. I cared for her once, maybe more than I should have.But yesterday, when I saw Scarlett, heard her voice trembling in fear, saw her protectively cradle her stomach…It hit me.What I had with Ivy wasn’t love.It was lu
Last Updated: 2025-06-19
Chapter: Chapter 31*Ivy*Police swarmed the hotel like ants on sugar blue lights flashing, yellow tape cutting off every corridor. Investigators, medics, cameras. It was chaos. Controlled, methodical chaos.And I stood right in the middle of it, crying.Or at least… pretending to.Tears rolled down my cheeks, my body trembling like a scared little girl. I could’ve won an Oscar."The man attacked both of you?" the officer asked gently, his pen ready."Y-Yes," I mumbled, my voice cracking as I sniffled. I dabbed my eyes with a tissue Damien had handed me earlier. The officer nodded, scribbling into his notepad."He was insane," I added, shaking my head, forcing my lip to tremble like I was still shaken to the core.He glanced at his notes. "You said he was a white male, approximately 30 to 40 years old. Dressed in all black. Wielded only a knife?"I nodded quickly. "Yes. I was so scared. Ana… she tried to protect me. And he...."I broke down again, letting out a sob for good measure. “She didn’t deserve t
Last Updated: 2025-06-16
Chapter: Chapter 30Present Moment*Damien*The way Ivy’s voice quivered with fear hit me harder than any threat ever could. It reminded me of a truth I’d long buried beneath power and success—being a billionaire CEO of a massive company doesn’t just make me a target. It paints a red mark on the backs of everyone I care about.And now… this.The guilt twisted deep in my chest, sick and sharp. I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve done more. This never would’ve happened if I had better security, tighter control, fewer blind spots.This tragedy—Ana’s blood, Ivy’s trembling hands—it was on me.“Who was he? What’s his name?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.“I… I don’t know,” she choked out, tears cracking her voice like glass.Her pain gutted me. And worse? I knew she was trying to be strong—for me. For all of us. But it was me who failed her.I pulled her into my arms, holding her like I could somehow squeeze the fear out of her body and into mine. “It’s okay… You’re safe now,” I whispered int
Last Updated: 2025-06-12
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