Library
Maghanap
Home / Romance / CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories) / Wet Dreams (1)

Share

Wet Dreams (1)

Author: Velvet
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-03 20:59:39
PEARL

The air in the room is heavy, tasting of woodsmoke and a clean, sharp musk that makes my head spin. Everything is dark, save for the moonlight cutting a silver jagged line across the bed. He is a shadow, a solid, terrifying weight that has me anchored to the mattress. He pins my hands above my head with one of his, his grip unyielding, like a collar of warm iron. I’m gasping, my back arching off the sheets as his chest, wide and solid, brushes against my nipples, sending a jolt of electric
Patuloy na basahin ang aklat na ito nang libre
I-scan ang code upang i-download ang App
Nakaraang Kabanata Susunod na kabanata
Locked Chapter

Pinakabagong kabanata

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   Wet Dreams (12)

    PEARLThe weight of him finally lifted, but the air in the office stayed thick, heavy with the scent of spent adrenaline and that lingering woodsmoke tobacco. I stayed sprawled across the mahogany, my cheek pressed against the cool grain, watching the golden dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun. My body felt like liquid, every muscle humming with a satisfied ache I hadn't known in years.I heard the sharp metallic slide of a zipper.The sound was like a bucket of ice water over my head. I sat up slowly, my hair a wild, tangled mess over my shoulders. Professor Tyler was already standing by the window, his back to me as he tucked his shirt back into his slacks. The predatory hunger that had been in his eyes minutes ago was gone, replaced by a terrifying, clinical precision. He moved with a calm that made my heart sink. To him, it looked like the storm was over. For me, the wreckage was just starting to settle."You should get dressed, Pearl," he said, his voice flat, professional

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   Wet Dreams (11)

    PEARLThe second his lips crashed against mine, my brain went into a full scale riot. There was this loud, screaming protest in the back of my mind telling me to pull away, to remember my scholarship, to remember that this was my professor and I was in a faculty office with a locked door. But my body? My body was a traitor. The moment his tongue forced its way past my teeth, I felt my knees go weak, and the folder I had spent all week killing myself over just slid right out of my hands. I didn't even care. The sound of the papers hitting the floor was distant, a dull thud that signified the end of my life as a normal student. All that research, all those late nights in the library, they didn't mean anything compared to the way his hands were suddenly everywhere, claiming me.The heat coming off him was exactly like the one that had been scorching me in my dreams. It was terrifying and intoxicating at the same time. When he hoisted me onto that mahogany desk, the wood felt cold against

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   Wet Dreams ( 10 )

    TYLERI didn't wait for her to find her voice. I reached down, my hand hooking under her thighs and hoisting her up onto the edge of the mahogany desk. The project folder slid to the floor, forgotten, as I spread her legs wide and stepped between them. The dark fabric of her top was stretched tight over her chest, her nipples peaking through the material as she gasped, her hands clutching at the edge of the desk for stability."You want to know the physical reality of the text, Pearl?" I growled, my hands going to the fly of my charcoal slacks. "This is it. This is the truth."I freed myself, my cock springing out, heavy and aching. Her eyes dropped, her pupils blowing wide until they were almost entirely black as she lustfully stared at me. She looked mesmerized, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. Without a word, she slid off the desk and sank to her knees on the floor.She didn't hesitate. Her small, soft hands wrapped around me, her touch making my vision swim. When s

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   Wet Dreams (9)

    TYLERI leaned back in the high-back leather chair, the woodsmoke scent of my own tobacco clinging to my skin as I stared at the clock on the office wall. 4:26 PM. The building was finally silent, the chaotic hum of thousands of students replaced by the low, rhythmic throb of the air conditioning and the distant, muffled sound of a janitor’s cart in the hall.I had planned this. Every name I read off the list this morning, every group I shuffled, had been a calculated move toward this specific moment of silence. I had watched her all week from the shadows of the faculty lounge and the back of the library stacks, a small, focused figure buried under a mountain of books. She thought she was being subtle when she lingered near my office, but I could smell her anxiety and that sweet, floral scent of her skin from a mile away.I had placed Group Four at the very bottom of that spreadsheet for one reason. I wanted the world to disappear before she walked through my door. I wanted no witness

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   Wet Dreams (8)

    PEARLThe hallways of the humanities building were thick with the restless energy of students just waiting for their weekend to start. I sat on one of the hard wooden benches, my folder clutched so tightly to my chest that the edges were starting to curl. Bridget was perched next to me, scrolling through her phone, but I couldn't focus on anything. My eyes kept darting to the printed spreadsheet taped to the notice board across the hall.That was when I noticed it. I had been so blinded by my own name earlier that I hadn't looked at the structure of the list. It wasn't alphabetical. It wasn't numerical. It was completely random. Group 29 was the first to go in at nine o'clock. Group 15 followed. Then 3. I scrolled down the list with my eyes until I hit the very bottom.Group Four: Pearl Walker. 4:30 PM.A sudden, sharp chill shot straight through me, settling deep in my pelvis with a rhythmic throb that made me shift uncomfortably on the bench. There was no way this was a coincidence.

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   Wet Dreams (7)

    PEARLThe rest of the week felt like I was drowning in paper and ink while trying to keep my head above water. Being the group leader was not just a title; it was a full time job that kept me bolted to a library chair until my back ached and my eyes burned from staring at the glow of my laptop. I spent hours digging through online archives, pulling apart every syllable of the classic text we were assigned, searching for those sensory triggers Professor Tyler had talked about. My browser had about fifty tabs open, ranging from deep literary analysis to historical accounts of how scent was used in Victorian prose.Physically, my group was a disaster. We met up in the student lounge every afternoon, but it was like trying to herd cats. Miller, Vance, and the others would show up late, smelling like the gym or cheap cologne, leaning back in their chairs with their feet up on the table. They would look at me with these blank, expectant expressions, waiting for me to tell them where to put

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   The Widow’s Hunger ( VIII )

    BLAIREThe heavy, oppressive air of the mansion finally felt like it was lifting as I stood before the full-length mirror in my dressing room. I didn't want them to decide for me tonight. For three years, I had been a shadow, a dutiful wife turned grieving widow, but tonight I wanted to reclaim the

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   The Widow’s Hunger (VII)

    BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled dow

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   The Widow’s Hunger ( VI )

    BLAIREI gripped Raymond’s massive shoulders, my knuckles turning white as I slammed my weight down onto him. The leather of the sofa creaked under us, but the sound was drowned out by the wet, rhythmic slap of our bodies meeting. Every time I rose and fell, his thick cock buried itself deeper into

  • CLIMAX CHRONICLES ( A Compilation Of Raw Steamy Stories)   The Widow’s Hunger ( V )

    BLAIREThe cold marble of the kitchen counter bit into the backs of my thighs, but the fire radiating from Raymond’s body made the chill vanish in an instant. He didn't wait for a response. He didn't ask for permission. His hand fisted in the delicate silk of my peach robe and with one violent, dow

Higit pang Kabanata

Maaari mong magustuhan

Galugarin at basahin ang magagandang nobela
Libreng basahin ang magagandang nobela sa GoodNovel app. I-download ang mga librong gusto mo at basahin kahit saan at anumang oras.
Libreng basahin ang mga aklat sa app
I-scan ang code para mabasa sa App
DMCA.com Protection Status