All Chapters of Sin And Seduction (A Wet Collection): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“You are really gorgeous, I can spend years gazing at you this way,” he said as he nipped at the cheeks of her ass and massaged her flesh to increase her excitement.   Then, the young woman heard a noisy slap with her backside burning. He started gently massaging the assaulted spot.    “Pamela, I want you to feel the heat, this is how I adore you,” he said.  Before she could protest, she received another spank. Pamela attempted to move away but he tugged at her crotch.   “Dylan…,” she tried to speak but she did not finish her sentence as she received another smack.  That time, he targeted the lips of her vagina and his wet tongue immediately licked the assaulted zone to comfort her. Pamela swayed her hips from side to side through her moans of bliss.  An incredible warmth replaced the stinging and this fueled her desire to be consumed. She parted her legs wider while breathing fast as her orgasm was close. Suddenly, Dylan s

"So did you two bring me any cookies?" he asked his eyes roaming over us as if we could expertly hide anything in our skimpy clothes.   "No, we did not. Sorry about that though. We did not expect anyone to move in today," Rachel replied.  "Thank God!" he exclaimed, "I cannot deal with any more food right now."  "You're welcome," I replied not very sure of what to say.  "You know what, I like you two. Why don't you come inside?" he offered.  "Of course," Rachel answered and walked ahead of me into the house but not before throwing me a dirty look that told me she was onto me.  "My name is Brian by the way," the new neighbor mentioned as he motioned us into the living room. The house was still piled with boxes and there was very little sitting space.  "Looks like you have a lot of work ahead of you," Rachel said as we sat on the couch, "I hope we are not getting in your way."  "No, you're not. I'm glad to

The night went on very quickly with them talking, watching more movies and eating popcorn. To Saar it was a magical night but to Fiona and Brenda the magic would only begin once Philip was back and their friend was sound asleep. That was how it had always been since they started having sleepovers and how they wished it would remain for a long time.  "So I thought you said Philip was coming over? I haven't seen him since I got here," Brenda asked casually in the middle of a conversation.  "He went out with his friends. He'll be back by two o'clock," Sarah said trying to suppress a yawn. She was getting really exhausted and her friends were far too keen to miss the signs.  "Honey, you look tired. How about we get you to bed?" Brenda asked jumping at the opportunity to get rid of Sarah.  "But it’s just eleven. We've been up longer than this before," Sarah complained.  "We're in our late thirties. Of course you can't expect us to stay up

Fred was listening to the music with the headphones of his iPod connected to his ear. He had his eyes shut while resting on his bed. Then, he felt something caressing his forehead.   He opened his eyes to see his mother looking at him from the doorway with a hamper full of dirty clothes in her hand. She used her free hand to motion Fred to take off his headphones and he complied.   “Martha is having some issues with her computer,” she said.   “She wants you to go over to take a look at it if you are free,” she added.   “Okay,” he replied.  “And please, be kind to her because she is struggling to cope with her divorce,” she reminded.   “If she wants you to stay a bit longer, just do so,” she continued.   “She is really lonely and  good company would be really appreciated,” she added.   “Okay,” he replied.  “And make sure to clean your room before leaving, you are not a kid anymore,” she said and

The day I met my uncle for the first time, I was fifteen years old. I felt something shift in the air. I’d never met Damien, my father’s estranged brother, before who I always heard was the black sheep of the family. Who I always heard traveled the world doing “God knows what,” as my father would say. I didn’t ask why he was suddenly at our house for a visit all those years ago. I was curious about this newfound family member and why I’d never met him before or why my father saw him as a “bad guy.” But I never asked because I didn’t think Dad would tell me anyway. I could still picture that first day Damien walked through our front door. His body was hulking and clothed in all black. And whatever flesh I could see had been covered in tattoos. I wondered if his chest and back were as tatted up as arms, hands, and neck. Is his body as defined as it seems through his shirt? Damien screamed menace. I could see him as a mob boss or may