I Am Wet Novels & Stories

I have myself a prep talk in the mirror before going out of the bath to the bedroom. I step out of the steamy bathroom, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. My hair is damp and tangled, droplets of water clinging to the strands. I rub my face with a towel and take a deep breath, feeling the hot air of the tropical island resort fill my lungs. It's a beautiful day outside, and I can't wait to explore the island and all its wonders.

Take me, please. My feet shift apart. My shorts slide downward, hitting the floor. Warmth gleams against my fingertips, trailing down my thighs. My hand drips with my wetness. My pussy squirts, milking more juice, marring my thighs and my cunt with its rushness. I’m too fucking drenched right now, not just a wet, soaked cunt. There’s a puddle underneath me here, messy, ruined, flaming. My pussy is swollen and sore, red and fevered, but I still can’t help it. My fingers press painfully against my raw, sore flesh, rubbing and rubbing.

I grab the waistband of my sweats and push them down. I hesitate for a few seconds, then lower my undergarments. "Tell me how wet you are for me, baby. Tell me how much you want me by your side right now at this very moment." His words hit me straight to my core, and I press my thighs together. I back myself up against the wall. I feel myself getting wetter by the second. God, this is so wrong of me. What am I even doing? I don't even know what to do. I've never really touched myself before.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Now his fingers are sliding through my soaked folds while the driver pretends not to notice, and I'm biting my lip so hard I taste blood, trying not to moan out loud. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Fuck, you're wet," Damien murmurs against my ear, his voice low enough that only I can hear. "Absolutely drenched. Is this all for me?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes," I gasp as his fingertip circles my swollen clit. "I've been wet all day. I'm—" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You're what?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

he responded licking his lips and looking at my body, I wore a bumshort with inner wear without any bra "so can't I come in??" he asked as I stare at him, he was all drenched and soaked in water, water dripped from his black curly hair down to his face, his white t-shirt and green shirt are all soaked in rain "uhhhm I... I.. Am... Sorry please come in" I said as he smiled and came in "have m....... Have.... A..... Seat" I said and he smiled "I am all soaked up baby I can't sit" he said staring at me

I beg, tears streaming down my face and mixing with the water surrounding me, making me feel like I'm drowning in a sea of emotions. The cold water sends shivers down my spine, adding to the sense of urgency and desperation I feel. "Shut up for a second and listen," A familiar voice cuts through my panicked thoughts, causing me to look up with watery eyes. It's Warren, his black hair now damp and disheveled, his piercing blue eyes slightly red from the water. His face is still wet from the lake we're in. "Warren," I whisper, my voice barely audible as I bite my lip to contain my worry, though the tears keep flowing uncontrollably.

i shift on the bed to widen my knees to allow him more access so he can touch me more. "You are so fucking wet baby"his fingers rub my clits slowly..my breath is swallow now as I am panting.my breath coming quicker.my tongue continue to lick and suck him as his finger rub my opening,my wetness coating his digit.he uses my wetness for lubrication before he thrust it deep inside me.i gasp.wimpering at the intrusion.it feels too good.i moan deep when he continues to thrust inside me..i wrap my lips on his cock, unable to move my lips as his fingers are distracting me.i continue to moan deeply when he adds another finger, thrusting deep inside me,I'm unable to feel embarrassed at this moment.i c

Aria Rain slicks my skin in a spontaneous downpour. One second, the forest is just damp and heavy with the promise of a storm, the next it’s pouring cold drops that are slicing through the canopy of trees, soaking through my shirt, turning the ground beneath my boots into a slip and slide. Just our luck. Beside me, Quin looks just as soaked through, only while I’m giving drowned rat, she looks like the early bird in a wet t-shirt contest.

It vibrates through me, hitting low and making me break out in a sweat. [“Well maybe I can help with that image. Paint a bit of a picture for you. I’m lying here in a tank top that’s suddenly feeling a little too tight, and a pair of boxer shorts that are getting a little…wet…and sticky.]” She breaths through the link and I swear to God I’m not going to last much longer if she keeps talking like this. Everything about her right now has me on the sweetest edge.

Ezekiel: So you’re naked right now? Me: Yeah. Ezekiel: Touch yourself and tell me if you’re wet already. I swallowed hard, feeling incredibly shy but unbearably turned on. I slowly slid my hand down between my thighs. The moment my fingers brushed against my folds, I realized just how soaked I was. A soft gasp escaped me. Me: I am so fucking wet right now. I gasped again after sending it. Oh goodness. I actually used the word “fucking.” I rolled my eyes at myself, laughing nervously under my breath.