All Chapters of Wet Confessions: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

Naomi was invisible in real life. She liked it that way. Classes, campus, coffee shop she existed in the background. She wore oversized sweaters, headphones tucked in, and her hair in a messy bun. Few people knew her name. Even fewer remembered her face. But online. She was someone else entirely. Behind her locked door, curtains drawn and fairy lights glowing, Naomi transformed into her alter ego: VioletNoir, a cam girl who wore nothing but lace and desire, watched by strangers who worshipped her every movement. She never showed her face. Only her body. And her voice. Breathy, teasing, always in control. Every tip, every private request, fueled her secret hunger. It wasn’t about money it was about power. Being desired. Being seen. Until one night, she received a private message that chilled her. Nice bookshelf, Naomi. She froze. The bookshelf was behind her visible in her streams, yes, but it was from a cheap local store. The second message came seconds later: Chem 20

Sera knew better.She’d been raised on hymns and sermons, clothed in purity and praise. Her father was the town’s most respected preacher, and she, the perfect daughter, was expected to reflect that image in every breath she took.But perfection never excited her.It was a sin that stirred her blood.She sat alone in the candlelit chapel at midnight, the stone floor cold beneath her knees, the scent of incense curling through the air like temptation.She came here often not to pray.To confess.Her own way.To feel something dangerous in the only place she was never allowed to touch herself.But tonight felt different.He was there.The man in the booth.He wasn’t Father Caldwell, she could tell. Caldwell’s voice was brittle and old.This one was young.Richer. Calmer.Sinful.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” she whispered, voice trembling.“It has been how long since your last confession?”She smiled.“Ten hours.”A pause.“I see.”Sera leaned forward, eyes fluttering shut.“I

Naomi was just trying to delete old files.She didn’t mean to open the wrong folder.But there it was.A file named: Naomi_Alone_Night1.movHer stomach flipped.She stared at it.Clicked it.And watched herself walk into her own bedroom on the screen. Towel slipping off. Hair wet. Phone in hand.She was naked. Touching herself on the bed. Moaning. Whispering things into the dark.Things she never said out loud.The footage was clear. High angle. Like from a vent. It showed every angle her parted thighs, her fingers dipping into herself, the shudder in her spine as she came.She paused it.Heart racing. Breathing shallow.There was only one person in the house who knew her room that well. Who built his own gaming rig. Who never let anyone near his PC.Tyler.Her stepbrother.She felt like throwing up.But her thighs clenched instead.Because he’d watched.And saved it.She should have deleted it. Should have screamed.Instead, she waited until midnight.Crept into his room.He was asle