All Chapters of Wet Confessions: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Confession No. 17 – The Choir Mistress's Secret

Ruelle never imagined that joining the elite conservatory choir would lead to this.She was new. Quiet. Just another name on the roster until Ms. Callahan, the choir director, asked her to stay after rehearsal one night.Ruelle thought it was for vocal coaching.But when the doors shut and the lights dimmed, Ms. Callahan’s heels clicked softly against the wooden floor as she circled Ruelle like a hawk. The scent of jasmine and something darker lingered in the air."I want to hear your raw voice tonight," Ms. Callahan said, voice silky. "No pretense. No fear. Just you."Ruelle swallowed. Her heart pounded. "I, I don’t understand."Ms. Callahan stepped closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from Ruelle’s cheek. "Oh, I think you do. I’ve heard the way your voice trembles on certain notes. You’re holding something back. And I want it."She led Ruelle to the center of the rehearsal room, where the acoustics were most unforgiving."Strip," she ordered softly.Ruelle froze. Her breath caught

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Confession No. 18 – The Guest House Games

Mira hadn’t been home in over a year.The old family estate felt smaller now, filled with too many familiar faces and one she couldn’t stop staring at.Dax Carver.Her best friend’s older brother.Once lanky and awkward now thick shouldered, tattooed, and confident in a way that made her thighs tense every time he entered the room.And unfortunately for Mira, he was assigned to the same guest house as her for the weekend.A storm rolled in on Saturday night, pinning everyone inside. Someone brought out cards, drinks, and soon, a round of truth or dare.It started innocently enough. Laughter. Teasing. Dares to dance or confess crushes. But things escalated quickly in the smaller circle inside the guest house.Mira’s shirt came off during a dare. She laughed, flirty but tipsy. Dax didn’t say much but his eyes lingered.Then it was his turn.“Dare,” he said without hesitation.Mira bit her lip. “I dare you to kiss me.”The room went quiet.Dax stood slowly and crossed the floor. His palm

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Confession No. 19 – The Locked Study

The storm began just after sunset.Professor Hart’s wine and debate evening had always been intimate twelve handpicked students, firelight, soft jazz, rare books lining the walls. Fallon had dressed carefully that night. Nothing overt. Just suggestive enough: a fitted black sweater, sheer tights beneath her tweed skirt, dark lipstick.She hadn’t expected to be the last student left behind when the snow began falling hard, cancelling rides and cutting off the roads.Hart was calm, as always.“You’re welcome to wait it out here,” he’d said, removing his glasses and motioning toward the fireplace in the private study. “It’s warm. Quiet. Safe.”But when the old oak door to the study slammed shut behind them with a sharp clickThey discovered it was locked from the outside.Fallon’s phone had no signal. Neither did his.No key. No exit.Just her.And him.Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum.“I suppose we’ll have to wait it out

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Confession No. 20 – The Blindfold Club

By day, Sienna was a composed, intelligent assistant to one of the most high profile attorneys in the city.By night, specifically, Friday nights, she gave up control.She descended into a world where her name didn’t matter. Where no one knew her. Where she couldn’t see only feel.The Blindfold Club was invitation only. Hidden behind a velvet curtained elevator in an unmarked building. Once inside, members turned in their phones, their names, and their secrets. Everyone wore black. Everyone wore masks. Those selected for the blindfold experience surrendered everything.Sienna had done this before twice.But tonight felt different. Her nerves fluttered. Her breath was uneven even before the velvet was tied around her eyes.The room was warm, dark, and silent except for the low pulse of music vibrating beneath the floorboards.She lay back on a silk covered bed. Her wrists were loosely bound in silk above her head, ankles parted by a soft spreader bar. A thrill ran through her veins.An

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Confession No. 21 – The Pastor’s Son

Nyla had always followed the rules.The quiet girl. The good girl. Church every Sunday. Youth choir every Thursday. Skirts below the knee, eyes down, voice soft.At twenty-two, she had never missed a single sermon.She never swore. Never drank. Never touched herself without praying afterwards.So, being alone in a cabin with Lennox, the pastor’s oldest son tattooed, smirking, twice expelled was not just inappropriate. It was a test.Or maybe a trap.It had rained all afternoon, cancelling the camp activities. Everyone was sent to their cabins early. Most were paired in groups, but Lennox’s partner had left at the last minute.That left just her.And him.Lennox barely looked at her for the first hour. Just read a book, sprawled across the bed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, boots still on.But Nyla could feel his gaze when she turned.When she bent over to adjust her blanket.When her loose white shirt slipped just enough to expose her collarbone.“You cold?” he asked.She nodded.H

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Confession No. 22 – The Bodyguard’s Rules

Liana wasn’t used to being told no.Not by staff, not by teachers, and certainly not by men.At twenty-one, she was the only daughter of a powerful senator, raised in privilege and shielded from consequences.Until the scandal.Until the threat.Until her father brought in Cassian Stone, a bodyguard who looked like a man carved out of stone and steel. Late thirties, quiet as a shadow, dark eyes that missed nothing.He didn’t smile.He didn’t flinch.He didn’t even look at her the way other men did.That made him dangerous.That made her want to provoke him.It started with little things.She’d leave the pool without telling him. Slip past the alarm. Stay up too late. Pour one extra glass of wine.He watched. Waited. Said nothing.Until the night, she invited two strangers over while he was patrolling the perimeter.He came back to music. Laughter. Vodka on her breath.He said nothing until they left.Then he locked the doors, turned down the lights, and found her in the kitchen wearin

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Chapter 15 – Room Service Seduction

Bianca was restless.New city. New job. Endless rules. The boardroom presentations. The stiff pencil skirts. The fake polite smiles hid exhaustion.Tonight, she'd had enough.She kicked off her heels, poured herself a second glass of merlot from the complimentary bottle, and let her body lounge across the velvet chaise like it had been waiting for this moment all day. She turned the lights low, letting the storm outside dance shadows across the walls.Her silk robe clung to damp skin. She didn't bother tying it shut.Then she ordered strawberries, dark chocolate, and the sweetest sin she could imagine.She didn’t expect him to look like that.The knock came at 11:52 PM.She padded to the door barefoot, heart ticking a little faster now.He was tall. Maybe six-three. Muscular but controlled. Black slacks, white shirt rolled to the elbows, sleeves hugging tanned forearms. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked once to her robe, then quickly away.“Room service,” he said, voice deep, ric

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Confession No. 23 – The Office Chair

Tara should’ve gone home an hour ago.The cleaning staff had already left.The whole floor was dark, except for the soft glow of her desk lamp.She claimed she was working on the Anderson pitch deck.But the tabs open on her laptop said otherwise.One showed a live chat with her best friend, daring her to finally act out the fantasy they’d joked about for years.Another had an online store cart open vibrators, silk cuffs, a discreet clit sucker toy.And the third?A livestream from her hidden phone camera aimed right at the centre of the room where the executive leather chair sat like a throne in the night.She walked to it slowly.Stripped.Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled the silk blouse over her head and let it fall in a soft whisper to the floor. Her skirt followed, then her lace thong, damp and warm from anticipation. She stood naked under the fluorescent buzz, heart racing, nipples hard.Then she positioned herself naked, flushed, trembling as she slipped the new toy

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Confession No. 24 – Locker Room Rules

Coach Dana had rules.Strict ones.No hookups. No flirting. No second chances.She was the only female coach in the region’s elite youth training program, and her reputation was everything.But Jace, her star playerwas the exception to every rule she’d ever made.Twenty-two. Six footthree. Charismatic. Smartass. Tattooed. And far too confident for someone who was technically under her command.She warned him: focus or get benched.He smirked every time. Made eye contact a little too long. Let his shirt cling to his abs a little too much after drills.Tonight, after the rest of the team cleared out, she stayed to finish reports.She didn’t expect him to still be there.Or to hear the shower still running in the empty locker room.She walked in, annoyed.But what she saw stopped her cold.Jace. Leaning against the tile. Head tilted back. Naked. Fisting himself slowly.The veins on his shaft were visible through the mist. His body glistened under the hot water. He looked like sin sculpte

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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.

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