All Chapters of Dripping Wet (Erotica short story compilation): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AshaMy name is Asha, and I’m a pretty average girl. I have average-length hair, a normal-shaped head, and thank heavens my hairline is still intact despite my love for sleek ponytails. My face is nothing close to stunning beauty that would make people turn around and maybe hit a wall while looking at me. And, no, I am not ugly either. Although I am not short, I’m not too tall either. I’m part of a baseball team, so the regular practice has left me toned in the right places, but I admit I have a bit of a pouch in my lower belly that won’t go away, no matter how much I work out. So, I’m not anyone special, but more of an average girl who can blend into a crowd. I would have said I have an average sex life, but that changed 4 years ago.Before that, I was a pretty good girl. I went to school on time, did my school work diligently, respected all my teachers, and made sure I did everything required of me perfectly. When I got home, I did my chores without complaining, not

Spencer“God, do you carry sticks in your pockets now?” she suddenly asked, reaching out under hear head. “It is poking my ear.”“Don’t!” I shouted, but it was already too late. Her hand had already grabbed a handful of my erection. And then she let go as if it burned her hand, scrambling to the furthest end of the couch. My breath caught in my throat, waiting for a verdict. It’s over. She had discovered the one thing I was trying hard to hide. Her face reddened, and I couldn’t yet figure out if was from embarrassment or anger. Maybe both.Silence.A very awkward silence. I was too mortified to speak, and from the look of it, she couldn’t find words either, or was still processing what that could mean. “Why the fuck are you hard, Bro?” she fired at me, breaking the silence. And she was pissed. She only ever calls me bro when she’s pissed. But I don’t blame her

AshaI was feeling things I’ve never felt before. Everything. When I say everything, I mean the softness of his lips against mine as they devoured me like I was the last meal he’s ever had. No, it felt more like I was the only thing on his mind in that moment. It felt great to be desired.The kind of great that didn’t rush or burn out quickly, but settled into me slowly, like warmth sinking into cold skin. Like something that would stay even after he stepped back—if he stepped back. My lips tingled, oversensitive, as if they had learned a new language and now refused to forget it. I was suddenly hyper-aware of myself: the way I was breathing, the way my body leaned toward him without me telling it to, and the quiet ache low in my chest that had nothing to do with pain.Now switching back to the kiss, it was clumsy at first, and I was scared I would make mistakes. I had heard the boys back in high school say the girl they were with didn&rs

His lips found mine again, but this one was slightly different from the first. There was no hunger like the first, but there was something gentle and sweet in it. The kind that didn’t knock my breath out of my lungs, but sucked it ever so slowly and let me give it up on my own. Sweet and addictive. So sweet that my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him in more.“That was unforgettable,” he whispered, pulling back and cupping my cheeks. “And I will be sure to thank you properly.”He grazed his thumb over my bottom lip as his mouth hovered on my nose while I sat there in a trance, still not believing what I had done. And no, I did not regret a single thing. I just couldn’t believe I was capable of something like that. His lips slowly moved down my chin, to my ear, and down the hollow of my throat, leaving a trail of kisses and heat wherever they passed.His hands massaged my hips as his mouth worked magic on my neck, making me roll my eyes and moan for him. he did everything with

Martin moved her hand away from him and hiked up her skirt. He caressed her bare thighs all the way up and slid his hand into her underwear to feel her, causing her to inhale sharply. She rested her head on his shoulder as he started getting her off with his hand. "O... God," she let out a muffled moan, grasping his shoulder for support. The sudden sensation ignited all the cells in her body, and unimaginable pleasure coursed through her veins. He knew how to do things right because her mind blanked out, allowing herself to enjoy the work of his magical hands. "Feels good, right?" he whispered in her ear without stopping his hand. "Ye...Yes," she stammered, unable to form words. Better than anything she’d ever felt before. "We are just getting started." Without giving her time to process anything, he went down on his knees, pulled her underwear down in one shot, and then attached his mouth to her core."Aah..." All her