All Chapters of Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Chapter 2: Office Hours and Quiet StormsThe rain had eased by the next afternoon but left the campus wrapped in a lingering mist that softened every edge into a cinematic haze. Selene walked the familiar path toward the humanities building, her cream hoodie zipped up against the cool damp air, braided hair still slightly damp from the morning shower. The weight of yesterday’s walk with Professor Darius Vale pressed gently on her thoughts—the way his hand had brushed her cheek under the oak, the warmth in his voice, the unspoken pull that made her omega instincts stir with both excitement and caution. It felt like standing on the left side of a rainy frame, reflective and uncertain, while a calm, wiser presence on the right offered golden hope and guidance she couldn’t yet name.She had messaged him that morning asking for office hours to discuss her thesis outline. His reply had been brief and professional, but the timing—late afternoon when most students had cleared out—felt deliber

Bound by the Alpha Professor’s ShadowChapter 4: Full Moon ClaimThe full moon rose heavy and silver over the campus, its light piercing the thinning rain clouds like a spotlight on every secret they had tried to keep. Selene stood at her dorm window, braided hair loose and slightly damp, the cream hoodie zipped halfway over a simple black dress she had chosen carefully. She felt the weight of the night pressing down like the cool blue sadness she had carried for weeks—the fear of what her pack would say, the risk to Darius’s career, the irreversible step they were about to take. Yet glowing brighter than ever was the golden hope of his arms, his voice, the way he had looked at her in the library like she was the answer to a prayer he had stopped believing in.Her phone buzzed. A single message from Darius.Darius: My cabin. One hour. The moon is too strong for the city. Come to me.She didn’t hesitate.The drive out of town felt like leaving one life behind. Rain misted the windshiel

Title: Craving My Stepfather’s TouchChapter 2Victor stayed buried deep inside me on the terrace table, his thick cock still pulsing with the last spurts of cum filling my pussy. The warm evening air brushed over our sweat-slicked skin as he slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his seed leaked from my swollen folds down my thighs. I felt deliciously used, marked by my own stepfather in the open air where anyone could have seen.He lifted me off the table like I weighed nothing, carrying me inside the mansion with my legs still wrapped around his waist. His cock, half-hard and slick with our mixed juices, rubbed against my ass with every step. “Shower,” he said simply, voice low and commanding. “Then my bed. I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”The master bathroom was huge, all marble and glass. He set me down and turned on the rainfall shower, steam quickly filling the space. We stepped under the hot water together and he kissed me deeply, tongue claiming my mout

Title: Craving My Stepfather’s TouchChapter 4The final night of the week arrived with a heavy sense of urgency. My mother’s return flight was scheduled for the next morning, and both Victor and I felt the clock ticking. We had fucked in nearly every room of the mansion, but the one thing he had promised still waited. My ass.After dinner we went straight to his bedroom. He locked the door even though we were alone and pulled me into a deep, claiming kiss. His hands stripped me naked within seconds, then he guided me onto the bed on all fours.“Stay just like that,” he ordered, voice thick with lust.I arched my back, presenting everything to him. Victor knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide. His tongue dragged slowly from my dripping pussy up to the tight ring of my asshole, circling it with deliberate, filthy attention. He licked and prodded until the muscle softened under his tongue, then pushed the tip inside while two thick fingers slid into my pussy.The dual sensation made

Title: Bound to My Professor’s DeskChapter 2I walked into Professor Hale’s office the next afternoon without any panties, just like he ordered. The short black skirt I wore barely reached mid-thigh, and every step made the cool air kiss my bare, already slick pussy. My heart hammered as I closed the door behind me and locked it.He was waiting, leaning against the front of his desk in a fitted black shirt, arms crossed over his broad chest. Those hazel eyes raked over me slowly, lingering on the way my tight blouse stretched across my tits and the way my bare thighs pressed together.“Good girl,” he said, voice low and approving. “Show me.”I bit my lip and lifted the hem of my skirt, revealing my completely bare, glistening folds. Professor Hale’s cock visibly hardened in his trousers at the sight. He crooked a finger, and I walked straight to him.The second I was close enough he spun me around and bent me over the desk, face pressed to the cool wood. My skirt was flipped up over