All Chapters of Wet Sin {Collection}: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The living room lights had been dimmed to a warm, sultry red. Fairy lights twinkled across the ceiling like captured stars, and balloons drifted lazily above a mountain of blankets and pillows that had been arranged into one massive, inviting nest on the carpet.Three empty pizza boxes lay forgotten on the coffee table, next to two half-drained bottles of rosé and one full bottle of tequila.It was Scarlett's twenty-first birthday, and her four closest friends had thrown her the kind of sleepover that would never be spoken of outside these walls.Scarlett herself had been blushing since the very first dare. She was petite, with dark hair that fell in waves around her face. She was wearing nothing but an oversized "Birthday Babe" crop top and the tiniest pink cotton shorts imaginable.Around the circle sat her friends:Alice, Scarlett's oldest friend, a tiny redhead with freckles dusted across her nose like constellations. She always pushed the game just a little further.Lucy, soft-sp

Anna woke up with a slight headache.The morning light sliced through her curtains like a knife, stabbing directly into her skull. She groaned, pulling the pillow over her face. Her head throbbed, and fragments of the night before kept drifting through her mind like pieces of a broken puzzle.She sat up abruptly, her heart racing. What happened in that car?She grabbed her phone and unlocked it. She opened the ride-share app. A trip from the club to her house. Driver: Henry.She stared at his name for a long moment. Then she typed:"Did we…?"She hit send before she could change her mind.A few minutes passed. Then three dots appeared." We… Are you okay?"Her breath caught. She typed back: "I think I want to see you again."That night, Henry couldn't resist.When her booking request came through, his heart skipped. He accepted before he could second-guess himself.He pulled up to her house at 9 PM. She was already waiting at the curb, wearing a fitted black dress that hugged her cu

He quickly covered his mouth, The sound had escaped before he could stop it, but they didn't hear him. The men laughed, the cameras rolled, and Angela continued her performance, completely unaware.Benjamin moved away from the window, his legs trembling; he couldn't walk away just like that.He entered the building, his footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway. Before he could take two more steps inside, two women appeared from the shadows—large, curvy, with hungry eyes."Well, well," one of them said, wrapping her arm around his neck. "Looks like we've got an explorer.""He's here to see what's behind the curtain," the other added, laughing as they guided him through the building.Benjamin couldn't resist. His feet moved on their own, carrying him toward the sound of moaning and growling that echoed through the walls.The sounds continued to grow louder. Men grunting and a woman moaning.One of the women pushed open a heavy door and gently pushed Benjamin inside.Something in him qui

He was later paid.Benjamin walked out of the studio with cash in his pocket and a smile on his face. His body was still humming from the experience. He felt alive in a way he'd never felt before.He got home to find Angela already there, sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up as he entered, her eyes tracking his movements.He didn't say anything. He just smiled and moved around the house like he owned the world. He ate dinner in silence. He went to bed without saying a single word to her.The next morning, Angela woke up.She stretched and sluggishly prepared for her day. She brushed her teeth, ate a quick breakfast, and was about to head out the door when she realized something.She hadn't seen Benjamin all morning."Where is the young man?" she muttered to herself.She searched the house, the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. He was not there.She frowned. "Where did he go this early? I hope it's not what I'm thinking."Benjamin had arrived at the studi

His hand found me under the desk.It started innocently, his palm resting on my thigh, but then his fingers began to move, tracing lazy patterns up my inner leg, inching higher with each passing second.My boyfriend's hand slipped beneath the waistband of my skirt, then my panties, his fingers finding my folds with practiced ease. He pressed two fingers against my entrance, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp.Heat spread through my body like wildfire. My skin prickled with sweat. My breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. I could feel myself getting wetter with every stroke, my body responding to his touch even as my mind screamed at me to stop.We were in the middle of class.The teacher was just a few feet away.I gripped the edge of my seat, my knuckles white, trying to keep my expression neutral. But the pleasure was building, a tight coil in my belly, and I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs, soaking his fingers."Don't stop," I whispered, my voice barely