Drip Drip Drip Story Novels & Stories

Drip. Drip. Drip. A slow but steady dripping echoed in the small room where I was held. It never stopped and made my head hurt. It helped me focus on one thing. It was the same length as one Mississippi, two Mississippi… so I counted time until I forgot where I was and had to start all over again.

Lyra’s POV The night pressed down heavily. My body throbbed, restless beneath my skin. Every sound carved too deep, every scent crowded too close. I whispered to myself, “Hold it. Choose one sound.” The drip from the roof. Steady, slow. I clung to it. But the moment I closed my eyes, the drip broke into a roar. My veins burned. My nails dug into my palms until they cut. Something inside me wanted out.

She woke with a jolt, chest heaving, the echo of that scream still lodged in her ears. Thunder roared outside her window, rattling the glass. She swallowed hard, reaching for the water jug on her nightstand—only to find it empty. “Anyday now…” she muttered to herself, getting up. --- The mansion was silent as she padded downstairs. She filled the jug quickly, eager to get back to her room. That’s when she heard it— A slow, steady drip. She turned her head, narrowing her eyes toward the far corner. Curiosity pushed her forward. Her bare feet moved too fast, too careless—

Disbelief and surprise filled his expression. He tried to stand, but his feet gave out from exhaustion. So, he crawled toward me, tears welling up in his eyes as he cried out, "Sierra, is that you? You came back! I knew you were lying to me… You would never leave me, right?"

The patter of the raindrops distracted Maria's attention from the rustling sound that came from behind the bushes. The sky poured out its resentment on earth and drenched the dry ground. The soil became muddy. Maria choked on her cries. She looked up at the sky while hesitantly holding out her palm and felt the cold water drip over her skin. In a daze, Maria had taken a step forward from under the tree, soaking herself under the drizzling rain. Her damp clothes are stuck on her body, outlining the curves inside, making them an almost see-through outfit.

It's been five good years yet I'm still deprived from sex and honestly it's been exhausting and emotionally draining. ****** It was past 11:30pm and I stood to go home. After drinking for the longest time, I was very horny…like really horny. I got into the car, half drunk and half aware of what I was doing. I drove back to the Blackwood Mansion. The mansion was still the same, towering amongst all other houses there. Every corner was decorated with ornamental flowers and two guards were always standing at the door. I managed to walk inside trying to hide the fact that I was really horny and not in a good condition.

Theo Grant's thumb forced my lips apart as his piercing green eyes locked onto mine in Kai Voss's locked office, the rain drumming the window like it was keeping time with the pulse pounding between my legs . while Lucas Vale ripped my soaked white café shirt clean off tossing it aside leaving my black lace bra exposed and nipples straining hard against the fabric. cool air hitting my skin as all three professors crowded closer their hands everywhere possessive and hungry dripping wet from a storm now about to get railed by my Lit professors felt like the dirtiest fantasy I'd ever had racing through my head.

Arc 6: Slick The rooftop pool is empty except for us. The main party is going on one floor below us but somehow, we both decided individually the pool was a place to be and... here we are. Her name is Jade and I don't know her last name and I don't need it. She's been in the water for twenty minutes and I've been on the lounger for twenty minutes pretending to read and failing completely because Jade in a white bikini that the water has rendered entirely transparent is not something the human brain can compete with.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE ARIA Drip, drip, drip. Drops of brown-coloured water dropped from the leaking tap into the dirty sink across the empty room. The sound was steady and predictable with an interval of five seconds between each drop. It echoed in the silent, dimly lit room. It drove me crazy, but at the same time, it was the only thing that kept me awake and grounded.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier