All Chapters of Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Professor's Pet Chapter 2: Private Tutoring My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I stood in front of Professor Kane’s massive oak desk. The lecture hall felt even larger now that it was completely empty, the locked door sealing us away from the rest of the world. My voice had grown hoarse from reading every filthy word of my secret story out loud, describing in explicit detail how I imagined him fucking me, spanking me, owning me. And he had listened to every single sentence. “Stand up, Lila,” he commanded, his deep voice echoing softly in the quiet room. I rose on unsteady legs, my short plaid skirt suddenly feeling far too short, my white blouse too tight against my aching breasts. My nipples were painfully hard, pressing visibly against the thin fabric. I could feel how soaked my panties were, the evidence of my shameful arousal slick between my thighs. Professor Kane circled me slowly, like a predator examining his prey. His gray eyes burned with dark hunger as they roamed over

Chapter 4: Final Exam Finals week had turned the entire campus into a pressure cooker, but nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. Three days had passed since Professor Kane filled me with his cum in his office, and I still felt him every time I moved. I had followed his order that day—sitting through my evening lecture with his load slowly leaking into my panties, my face flushed while I took notes like a proper student. Tonight was different. Tonight was dangerous. I received his text at 9 PM: My lecture hall. Now. Wear the outfit I left in your dorm mailbox. Do not wear anything underneath. My hands shook as I changed. The “outfit” was a short, pleated black skirt that barely covered my ass and a tight white button-up blouse that was almost sheer. No bra. No panties. My nipples were already hard, poking obviously against the thin fabric as I walked across the dark campus. The main lecture hall was dimly lit when I arrived. Only the stage lights were on, casting long s

Best Friend's Dad Chapter 2: On My Knees My knees hit the cool tiled floor of the pool house, and a rush of shame and excitement flooded through me at the same time. What the hell was I doing? This was Sophia’s father. The man who had treated me like family for years. The same man whose daughter was sleeping just upstairs, completely unaware that her best friend was on her knees in front of him. But I couldn’t stop. Mr. Adebayo towered over me, his powerful body illuminated by the soft moonlight filtering through the windows. His cock looked even bigger up close—thick, veined, and rock hard, the swollen head glistening with precum. A large hand gently but firmly threaded through my hair, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to meet his dark, intense eyes. “Look at me while you do it, Mia,” he said, his voice low and commanding. That deep, authoritative tone sent a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. “I want to see those pretty eyes when you taste your best friend’s fath

Married to My Enemy Chapter 1: The Wedding Night The heavy doors of the penthouse suite closed behind us with a final, ominous click. I stood in the middle of the luxurious room, my white wedding gown feeling like a cage of silk and lace. At twenty-four, I had just been forced into a marriage with the one man I hated more than anyone else in this city. Alessandro Rossi. My family’s ruthless enemy. Thirty-two years old, tall, dangerously handsome, and built like a predator in an expensive black tuxedo. His dark eyes watched me from across the room like I was prey he had finally caught. This marriage was supposed to end the bloody war between our families. A peace treaty sealed with my body. “You’ve been quiet all evening, Sophia,” Alessandro said, his deep voice smooth but laced with dark amusement. He removed his tuxedo jacket and loosened his tie, never taking his eyes off me. “No sharp words? No fighting back? That’s not like you.” I lifted my chin, trying to hide the nervous

Married to My Enemy Chapter 3: Controlled in Public The black silk gown Alessandro had chosen for me clung to every curve like a second skin. It was elegant enough for the high-society gala — floor-length with a daring slit up one thigh and a plunging neckline that showed off the diamond necklace he had locked around my throat — but I knew its true purpose. It gave him easy access. I stood beside him in the crowded ballroom, champagne flute in hand, smiling politely at the same people whose families had been trying to destroy mine for years. Alessandro’s hand rested possessively on my lower back, his thumb stroking the exposed skin there. “You look exquisite tonight, wife,” he murmured, voice low enough for only me to hear. “Like a queen who’s about to be ruined in front of the entire room.” A soft buzz started between my legs. I nearly dropped my glass. The small remote-controlled vibrator he had inserted before we left the penthouse came to life inside me — pressed firmly aga