Drip Drip Drip Story Novels & Stories

As she readied to jump off the secret hole, a sprinkle of water poured on her like rain. *Drip... Drop... Plop!* Not only that, but when Ravyn looked up, she saw a female intelligence officer darting down at her with a sword through her throat, aimed at Ravyn as well. Horrified, Ravyn hurriedly dodged, causing both of them to fall into a dry well. *Stab* *grip*

Closer than I’ve ever let myself get. She’s still dripping rain onto the floor, a small puddle forming at her feet, the yellow dress plastered to her skin. My eyes catch on the droplets sliding down her lip, shimmering like glass until her tongue flicks out, quick, unthinking, to catch them. The smallest movement, but my gaze follows, tracing the line before I drag it back to hers.

Chapter 3: Leaking Through the Speeches We stepped back into the bright ballroom and the noise of the party hit me again. My legs felt weak and my pussy was incredibly full. Ryan’s second load mixed with the first one was slowly leaking out of me. Every step made more of it slide down my inner thighs. I pressed my legs together tightly hoping it would not drip onto the floor. My face was flushed and I knew I looked like a woman who had just been fucked.

As for the teachers many of them whom I knew had already left and as for Mrs Fiona, my boss she had no car and I would not embarrass myself and ask her for money. I then realized that I had no one to call for help. Why did that bus have to weirdly stop working? To make it worse, heavy rain then decided this was the right time to start heavily pouring and let’s not forget dear lightning as he also decided to join the party too. Why was this happening to me now? Could I not just have a nice sunny happy last day before I died? I thought as my hair, clothes, backpack and favorite book were now soaking wet. Luckily the now wet book was mine not from the library.

He walked in, too fast for me to see anything. And then I felt something cold touch my skin. I looked up and saw a thin rope being tied around his forehead. Then he felt it. Drip. A single drop of icy water landed on his throat. Drip. Another. I blinked in confusion, the sensation was strange and uncomfortable. But then it kept dripping Drip.Drip.Drip. Each drop landed in the same spot, and it was so cold. My breath hitched as I realized what was happening. Dripping water on stone—an ancient method meant to break a person’s mind.

Evania’s mind was still full of her question-marks. The other listeners were seen widening up their eyes for a little while. Virando opened up his mouth and asked his wife darling. “Yeah, that picture of three drops of blood can merely explain the famous urban-legend which we’ve heard for all these times, Sumi Darling. So, how could you know that your three drops of blood can work well in our bodies after we’ve grabbed away your... your... purities as well as originalities...” Virando also sounded out his argumentation.

A heavy, thick stream of mixed cum and juices immediately gushes out of my stretched pussy, running down my inner thighs in warm, sticky rivers. I roll over onto my back, my legs still trembling and spread wide, exposing my dripping, cum-filled center to the cameras. Leo stands over me, his chest covered in sweat and oil, his softening cock still dripping a final few white drops onto my stomach. I look directly into the lens, my face flushed, a messy, satisfied smile stretching across my swollen lips. “Cut! Print it! That’s a wrap on Episode 4!” the director screams, jumping out of his chair. “Phenomenal job, everyone. That is going to break the internet for the holidays.”

I hated that my brain immediately noticed things like that now. I reached for the handle carefully. My fingers trembled. Then I pulled the door open. Clothes. Shoes. Boxes. Nothing else. Relief hit me so suddenly my knees almost weakened. You’re losing it. That’s all this is. You’re scared and exhausted and— Something dripped onto my hand. I froze instantly. Slowly— Slowly— I looked up. A dark hoodie hung above me. Wet. Water dripped slowly from the sleeve. Drip.

drip hitting the surface of the stagnant pool at my feet. I strained against my shackles. The silver seared my skin, the smoke rising from my wrists in thin, acrid ribbons. I didn't care. I needed to be closer. I watched as a dark, viscous drop fell from a drainage pipe protruding from the ceiling. It hit the water and bloomed like a crimson flower in the dark. "It’s hers," I whispered. "The scent... it’s pure. She’s not just bleeding. She’s ritualizing it."

APOV Songs: Every Single Night by Fionna Apple, Lola by The Raincoats Tap Tap Tap There must have been a leak somewhere in the room. Either that or it was in my head. Hard to tell. Tap Tap My hand against the table joined the rhythmic water droplets. Thud A propped book flattened onto its shelf. Funny thing. I wondered how long it had been sitting like that. Barely clinging to stand until finally the weight of it just gave in and laid it to rest. A feeling I knew well.