Drenched Panties Novels & Stories

I jump into the sea to save Terrence Fletcher. After giving him CPR in front of everyone, the engagement meant for my cousin, Anna Stone, unexpectedly becomes mine. However, Terrence gets drunk on our wedding night instead of spending it with me. I naively believe that if I stay by his side long enough, he'll eventually open his heart to me. Three years later, Anna returns with a child who bears a striking resemblance to Terrence, leaving me stunned. That's when I realized he had been with her on the night he left me alone in our bridal suite. "Annie, I'm sorry for everything you've gone through all these years. I'll take responsibility. I'll make Mabel understand that her place is yours!" I tell Terrence that I'm pregnant as well, hoping it will rekindle his love. But his response makes my blood run cold. "Get rid of it." I'm forced onto the operating table, where two lives end at once. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Terrence falls into the sea. As I see him drenched to the bone, I turn to the crowd and call out for Anna…

Is it possible for a single mother, who has got her heart broken twice, to fall in love again, that too with a woman? Alizeh Brown is whipped by a sudden new feeling that blooms in her heart. She has crossed the marriage age in the blink of an eye. Living with a conservative family, she was bound to fulfill their all expectations and follow the girl being a good girl. But as they say, rules can’t tie up the rulers. Alizeh has not only broken their expectations and promise of being a good girl but also has messed with the stereotypes, bringing disappointment to her family. She has looked at everything as a challenge to conquer. As her family starts putting pressure on her to get married, Alizeh has accepted this challenge as well. She has gone far beyond love already but there’s someone who has been able to plant the seed of love in her life again. No matter how many men crossed her path, she realized what she truly yearns for in her life. Every time she has met HER, a fountain of seven shades of colors drenched her in unconditional love. Now she has to accept her newfound self as well as tackle rigid expectations of her family. Will she be able to stand on her choices made upon her sexuality and choose a life she wants?

Vincenzo's hand trails down to my thigh, lifting it slightly to his hip. “Do you want that?” He asks roughly. “Do you want us?” I stare at him lustfully. My eyes clouded with lust, passion and desire. I'm surrounded. Drenched in lust. Filled with passion and burning fire. Filled with the heat of desire pooling in my stomach. I'm horny as fuck. I should say no. I should. I'm not supposed to be doing this. Not with my stepbrothers. Not with three of them all at once. But what comes out of my mouth is a whisper. “Yes.” All three of them groan. “Your wish is our command, my vixen,” Riccardo says hoarsely, and I shiver. **** After Elena's mother marries a powerful billionaire, she moves into a lavish estate only to discover that her new stepbrothers are triplets. They're older, hot, intimidating, dangerous, sinfully attractive…and nothing alike when it comes to how they treat her. Her mother says “They're just your brothers now.” But they don't look at her like brothers. Not even a tiny bit. Elena never meant to fall for them. But they all seem to want her and won't back down. To make things worse? They're heirs to a Mafia empire. And they've all decided that Elena belongs to them…in very different ways.

Victor stood behind me, cock still half-hard and glistening with our combined mess. He reached down, scooped a finger through the cum dripping from my hole, then brought it to my lips. "Taste how full I left you, baby girl." I sucked his finger clean without hesitation, moaning softly at the salty, musky mix. "More," I whispered. "I want both of you again. Harder this time." Jamal chuckled low, stroking his length back to full hardness. It looked even longer now, curved and slick from my spit. "Greedy little thing. Flip over. I want to see your face while I fuck you." Cum Inside Me, Daddy is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat.Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail.No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, June’s world doesn’t just shatter, it awakens. She thought she was an ordinary girl on the brink of graduation, adopted and unremarkable, carrying only unanswered questions about her past. But when the moon rises, so does the truth: she is a werewolf, heir to a bloodline steeped in ancient magic and bound by destiny. Thrust into a hidden world where power is currency and secrets are lethal, June finds an unlikely ally in Killian, a formidable wolf whose loyalty is as fierce as his strength. Their search for answers leads them from shadowed forests to the sands of Egypt, where a mystic oracle guards prophecies older than empires—and where June’s lineage is whispered as both salvation and doom. Along the way, they cross paths with a vampire tailor whose enchanted needles stitch more than fabric, weaving protection, deception, and fate itself. But even his magic cannot shield June from the greatest revelation awaiting her: a queen returned from the dead, risen to reclaim a throne drenched in blood and moonlight… and tied irrevocably to June’s own heritage. As the Council of Twelve tightens its iron claws around her, June must unravel the truth of her origins before it consumes her. Every step draws her deeper into a destiny she never asked for but can no longer escape. Her lineage is her power… or her execution.

As the end of the year approaches, my wife, Sylvia Small, who is five months into her pregnancy, accidentally falls into a lake. Our neighbor who is a police officer, Raven Weber, jumps in and rescues her. Unfortunately, she slips into a coma after her heroic feat. As I rush over, I see that a crowd has gathered at the scene. Sylvia is drenched from head to toe, wrapped up tightly in a blanket. Water droplets keep dripping from the tips of her hair. "Are you alright, Sylvia?" I ask, drawing near. The moment Sylvia sees me, she moves toward me and burrows herself into my arms. She clings to me like she is clinging for dear life. "You're finally here, Zach!" she exclaims emotionally. I frown and push her away. "Just say what you have to say. This suit is expensive. Don't dirty it," I said indifferently. My words make Sylvia's eyes go wide with disbelief and shock. But that only lasts for a second before an anxious look replaces it. She holds my arms firmly and says in a choked voice, "Officer Weber is in a coma because of me. Please transfer a sum of money to me so that I can thank her for saving my life." I glance at Sylvia impatiently and reply, "What's that got to do with me? Why should I transfer you my money so that you can give it to her?"

“You are mine, Firefly. Only mine, Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck,,.” he whispered slowly against my neck, my body drenched with the warmth of his breath against my skin, my thighs clenching tighter with every word and claim he utters “If you let another man touch you he dies. I am the gates of hell Firefly, If you walk in I wouldn’t let you leave.” To Escape her dangerous Ex and fulfil her family’s ultimatum Addison make a deal with her billionaire neighbour “Axel Rex” who unknown to her is a devil with a devastatingly gorgeous face, he proposes a a simple two months contract; she will be his charming plus one to corporate events, important gatherings… and he will provide the build of the boyfriend she wants and her family will accept to keep her obsessive Ex-boyfriend away. Addison believes his fierce protectiveness over her is just an act for the public, however she’s completely blinded to the real reason: Axel is an Alpha, a descendant from the house of Orion, and she is his mate, he never saw their agreement as a lie, for him it was a step closer to getting her, a step closer to claiming her as his, but will she still be his after knowing who he truly is? Would she choose to stay even with lies? Will what was turning real shatter back to dust? Will their love reign over the curse of his existence?

"I’m a good girl—until I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman. Oops. I’ve always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, I’m the good one. The responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before five PM. That comfort zone of mine? It’s smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I met—and married—Liam Gallagher. After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girl’s rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties, and her bra, and various other articles of clothing when she’s with an Irishman who knows his way around a woman’s body. Now my husband wants us to stay married. For six months. He says it’ll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I can’t say that he’s wrong. Liam isn’t safe, though. Liam definitely isn’t comfortable. He’s like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible, dangerous package. Yet this stubborn Irishman isn’t about to let me go, drunken Princess Bride-themed Vegas wedding or no. Now I have to decide if I’m brave enough to break the rules for love."

“Bend over. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t have the energy to run away from me tomorrow," he growled, and the threat alone made my panties dampen. Emilia Visconti has always lived by the rules. But when she moves to Italy, rules are broken and Raffaele de Luca is the only man dangerous enough to shatter them all. Dangerous, ruthless, and demanding, he drags her into a world of power, blood, and forbidden desire. But Emilia is no fragile victim. She is clever, stubborn, and fiery, a woman who fights even when the odds are stacked against her. Raffaele doesn’t choose her. He claims her. Because her father caused the death of his father, she becomes the tool of his revenge. Every touch, every command, every claim on her body is a reminder that she belongs to him, and he will use her to make the Romano family pay… with her name beside his. Yet shadows of her past refuse to let her go. Adriàn Cortez, the only man she’s ever truly loved, haunts her heart and her desire, threatening to undo everything Raffaele has claimed. What begins as vengeance twists into obsession. What should have destroyed them both becomes the fire neither can resist… even as passion, danger, and desire pull her in two irresistible directions

"Why can't I have both of you at the same time!" I shot, glaring at him. I tried to be softer with him, but he made it harder. He froze for a second, searching my face before taking my hand and stroking his thumb gently on the back. "Not so fast, pussy cat," he whispered in my ear, his free hand on my neck, pinning me head against his shoulder. "I need your cunt to get used to me to the point that you cannot satisfy yourself no matter how much you touch yourself. Only we would be able to make you cum from now on, whether you like it or not. Your cunt will only obey us because it belongs to us like all of you. Every time you need to cum, you'd have to come to us. You'd have to depend on us, giving your freedom of cumming only to us," he told me, working his fingers and hand faster. I was drenched with my wetness, and my walls were begging his fingers to let them clench, but no, he continued. TRIGGER WARNING: This is a dark romance story, so keep your fingers ready. Keep the lights low. Get your mind energized, and Baby? Let me know if you get caught up in this story. This book is rated 18+.