DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA

I’ve known Riley since we were six mud pies, scraped knees, sleepovers that stopped being innocent somewhere around sophomore year but never quite crossed the line. So when she texted me Saturday morning freaking out about her calculus quiz, I didn’t think twice. Grabbed my keys, threw on basketball shorts and a faded tee, and walked the familiar path across our adjoining backyards.

The house smelled like vanilla and fresh coffee when I let myself in. Riley yelled “Finally!” from the dining room, already buried in textbooks. Vanessa’s voice floated down from upstairs.

“Hey, handsome!” the same flirty tease she’d used on me since I hit six feet. I laughed it off like always and headed up to find the bathroom before we started.

There house so big and so many doors i keep getting lost all the time Wrong door.

I pushed it open expecting tile and towels, but instead the late-morning sun poured across Vanessa’s king bed like liquid gold. And there she was.

Completely naked.

Legs spread wide, knees bent, one hand rolling a stiff pink nipple between her fingers while the other drove a thick, realistic dildo slow and deep inside her. The toy glistened every time she pulled it back coated in her arousal before sliding it home again with a soft, wet sound that hit me straight in the chest. Her head was tipped back, blonde hair spilling over the pillow, lips parted on quiet, breathy moans that made my cock twitch hard in my shorts.

I should’ve backed out. Apologized. Closed the door and pretended I’d seen nothing.

But my feet wouldn’t move.

My heart slammed against my ribs as her eyes fluttered open and landed on me. For one endless second I waited for the scream, the shock, the

“Mason, what the hell?”

Instead, her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile.

She didn’t stop.

If anything, she pushed the dildo deeper, hips rolling up to meet it, letting me see every inch disappear inside her. Her gaze dropped deliberately to the front of my shorts where my erection was now impossible to hide then dragged back up to my face.

“You’re not Riley,” she murmured, voice low and velvet, thick with want.

I swallowed, throat dry. “I wrong door. I’m sorry, Vanessa.”

But I still didn’t move.

Her eyes darkened. She drew the toy out slowly, deliberately, letting it gleam in the sunlight before tossing it aside. Then she spread her thighs wider, showing me everything pink, swollen, dripping.

“Close the door, Mason,” she said softly.

“Or come in.”

My hand was on the knob before my brain caught up. I stepped inside and shut it behind me with a quiet click.

The air felt heavier, charged. I crossed the room in three strides, yanking my shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor. Vanessa watched every movement, pupils blown wide, chest rising faster.

When I shoved my shorts and boxers down, my cock sprang free hard, aching, already leaking at the tip. Her gaze devoured me, lips parting on a soft “oh.”

I climbed onto the bed, settling between her open thighs. The heat radiating from her body hit me first, then the scent sweet, musky, pure arousal. I gripped the base of my cock, rubbed the head through her slick folds once, twice, coating myself in her wetness. She shivered, hips lifting toward me.

“Please,” she whispered and i pushed in.

Slow. God, so slow.

The way she stretched around me, hot and tight and velvet-soft, pulled a groan from deep in my chest. Vanessa’s back arched off the bed, nails digging into my shoulders as I sank deeper, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt.

For a moment we just stayed like that joined, breathing hard, feeling each other pulse.

Then she wrapped her legs around my waist, heels pressing into my lower back.

“Move,” she breathed.

I did.

Long, deep strokes at first, dragging over every sensitive spot inside her. Her walls fluttered around me, gripping tight. I braced one arm beside her head, the other sliding under her to tilt her hips higher, letting me hit even deeper. Vanessa’s moans grew louder, breathier, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“Harder,” she gasped, nails raking down my back. “Don’t hold back.” Something snapped inside me.

I slammed into her hard, raw, missionary with everything I had. The bed frame rocked, headboard tapping the wall in a steady rhythm. Her pussy clenched around me like a fist, wet sounds filling the room, skin slapping skin.

Vanessa’s legs tightened, pulling me impossibly deeper. Her eyes locked on mine—wild, desperate, beautiful.

“Right there—yes—fuck—Mason.”

She came hard, body bowing off the bed, pussy spasming around my cock in waves that nearly pulled me over the edge with her. I gritted my teeth and rode it out, thrusting through every pulse until she was trembling beneath me.

Only then did I let go.

I buried myself deep and came thick, hot, endless filling her completely. Vanessa moaned again, feeling every spurt, legs locked tight to keep me inside.

We stayed like that, sweat-slick and breathless, my forehead resting against hers.

After a long moment I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from her swollen, flushed pussy onto the sheets.

Vanessa reached up, cupped my jaw, and drew me down into a slow, filthy kiss tongue sliding against mine, tasting like sin and satisfaction.

“Riley’s waiting downstairs,” she whispered against my lips, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“But I’m nowhere near done with you.”

My cock still half-hard twitched at the promise.

I smiled, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face.

“Good,” I said, voice rough.

“Because I’m just getting started.”