I Am Wet Novels & Stories

If he knew I was dripping wet right now. Gosh, when last had I been wet? When last have I been aroused by a man? So long I can't even remember. The wetness between my legs only increased, and I prayed to God that he wouldn't pick on me with the way my cheeks were heating up. I brought my water to my lips with shaky hands and took a gulp. And another to calm my racing temperature. Mr Voss leaned back into his seat with a smile, as if he hadn't nearly made me cum with his words alone.

"You're so wet." "I'm wet for you," she gasped, locking her gaze with mine as she pushed down harder against me. "Look at me, Jess. Don't look away." She increased the pace, grinding her pelvis against mine with force. The constant friction on our clits was too much to handle. Mable’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she shuddered violently. She let out a loud, broken cry, coming hard right over me, her wetness soaking into my own skin.

He uttered another dirty word, but I don’t know what I am feeling with those words of his. Why the heck are his dirty and cursed words driving me nuts? Why the heck are they turning me on? Those words made me wetter. I swear, they really did. I poured a huge amount of saliva onto his thick hardened cock and romancing it. He screamed “That’s it bitch!”

The rush of water fills the air, hot at first, then cooling as I adjust it. She blinks up at me, dazed. “What are you doing?” “Waking you up.” I drag her under the spray before she can protest. The water soaks her hair, her dress, everything. She gasps at the cold and tries to step back, but I keep her there until I see her eyes clear a little. “Erden,” she whispers. “You’re wet.” “Occupational hazard.” Her fingers find the hem of my soaked shirt, and she touches me again, tracing the line of my stomach.

This would be crazy. “Luna?” I called, my voice trembling, “What is going on right now? Am I dreaming?” “Dreaming? Well, I'm certainly not dreaming. Wait,” She chuckled. “Don't tell me you're in water, right now.” She let out softly, and I swallowed. I was in the water. Damn. I told myself I wouldn't go near water again, but I'd doomed myself and just had to crave soaking in a tub! “Are you also in the water?” I asked cautiously.

I sigh at the sensation. He silently kisses down my stomach, slowly making his way to wear I need him the most. I raise my hips in an attempt to urge him on, encourage him. His fingers drag up my leg and my thigh before finally touching me where I need him the most. I am wet. So fucking wet and needy. Desire clouds my mind, driving me insane. His fingers gather my wetness. "Oh Aria, you are so wet. Is this all for me? Were you this wet in the pool earlier? You would have let me do whatever I wanted to do with you."

Cassidy’s POV I stripped off my wet clothes in the cramped bathroom of our old apartment, the fabric clinging to my skin like a bad memory. The rain had soaked through everything—jeans heavy with water, shirt translucent and cold. I let them fall to the tiled floor in a sodden heap, the sound muffled by the hum of the ancient exhaust fan overhead. Stepping into the tiny shower stall, I twisted the knob until hot water blasted out, scalding my chilled flesh until it bloomed pink under the spray. I scrubbed hard, lathering soap over every inch, trying to erase the night: the relentless downpour that had chased me home, the tears that had mingled with it, the phantom echoes of Dante’s moans sti

"MM!' She moaned in his ear. Alayna immediately began moving her hips without even taking a moment to adjust. 'By the gods did she get soaked beating on the twins?' If you've ever had sex in the water or shower before, let me tell you, there's obviously a different sensation between her being naturally wet and the water. If anything the water actually seems to dry things up so to speak. (Not literally but it's almost as if it waters down her natural juices, for instance wet your hands and rub them together, at first it's wet but dries up rather quickly. What I mean is you can definitely tell the difference between naturally wet and something else such as water.) Christopher couldn't help but

They are mysteriously wet including her jean jacket and her shirt. I try to look away and not to think about it . She's my friend.literally the only close friend I have. "Geez what happened to you ,"She looks at me with worried eyes. "You look like a wet dog Bloom what has happened?"she asks me again

Wet Dreams . . I didn’t know how I ended up in this position. But I also didn’t care to ask. I had returned from class, taken a shower, and crashed on my bed. But now, I was between both men, like a sausage between bread. Their hands were on me. Not just one, both of them. Aiden was at my side, his finger pinching my nipples, his breath hot in my ears. “You want us to fuck you?” He pinched my nipples harder.