I Am Wet Novels & Stories

It could just have been jealousy making me wary of her. Rachel is taking us deeper into the forest and for some reason, the air starts becoming humid and the ground, wet. “Did it rain?” I mutter, making a face when my shoes squelch in the wet mud. “I don’t know,” Beth looks equally confused. “Look over there. It’s dry there. Why is it wet here?”

I wake up wet. Not from sweat, though I’m sweating too, skin damp against sheets that aren’t mine, in a room I don’t recognize. I’m wet between my legs, slick and swollen, and the realization hits me at the same time as the panic: my wrists are bound above my head.

"Daddy! Kaine! I'm coming! I'm going to cum! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" I woke up abruptly, eyes snapping open as I bolted upright. I looked around and realized I was in Kaine’s guest room, but he wasn’t there. I checked myself. My body was glistening with sweat, and the t-shirt I was wearing was soaked through. I felt incredibly hot, and there was a sticky sensation between my thighs. I couldn't believe I just had a wet dream about the man who rescued me from that terrifying road and let me stay in his home. It was just a dream, but it was so intense! I thought it was real!

my baby likes it wet and sloppy, won’t be good enough without it Ian: it’s wet Dre so wet so hot need more need you Dre: god i just bet its dripping all over the place making a damn mess i know it’s hard to keep going for long but you’re doing so well, baby keep going i wanna see you come all over yourself for me Ian: dre..dre r u Dre: What do you think? Ian: wanna feel u so bad want you to say it say u r too Dre: i’ve got not choice but to jack myself nothing i want more than to feel your body against mine instead of my hand Ian: need u so much my hands not strong enough Dre: i know, my love you need my fingers wrapped around you tight and wet, stroking that cock while i tell you how gorgeo

Rather, she kept her eyes glued on mine and something on her face screamed. 'Go on. Dip in deep' "Are you wet right now also, amoretto?"

The bumpy sections of the road made me bounce and grind helplessly on him, my dripping wetness soaking straight through my thong and leaving dark wet spots on his lap. Fuck, I’m leaking all over him like a desperate little slut. But he didn’t say shit about it to anyone

Gathering the pack Luka's POV I have just come out of the shower so I was still dripping wet. Mei gazed at me biting her lip. "What?" I asked breaking the silence. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled, still gazing at my whole body. "I thought dry you were sexy, but when wet, you make me feel like I am watching the doors of heaven. Oh Goodness. You make me melt," I chuckled and started to dry myself up. "Sorry to cut your fun short but I need to start preparing because I don't want to be late."

I walk into the bathroom. After having a fast shower and brushing my teeth, I tiptoe back into my room to pick up my towel, trying not to get the floor wet. but unfortunately, I leave a tray of small water droplets that fall from the tips of my waist-length brown hair. when it's wet, it turns a dark shade of brown and the strands stick together, to make me look like a drowned cat. yet when it's dry, the curly strands present a mixture of chestnut brown hues with black highlights. I run my fingers through the wet fringe, pushing it away from my face to get a clear view of the clothes in front of me.

we got Wet In The Rain Of Love. •••••••••••  •••••••••••••••• Guys its completed now. Now no more updates of witrol ... You won't believe but there are few drops on my phone screen . I am literally crying and there is kind of heavyness inside me. I really can't say anything right now. I will be posting "witrol and me" in which I am gonna share everything.

How am I supposed to get home now? I step out onto the porch, the cold air biting at my skin. The rain is pouring, and it soaks me almost instantly. I keep walking, though. The wetness is almost comforting in a way like I deserve it. I try to ignore the nagging thoughts in my mind. The rain mixes with the tears I didn’t know I was shedding. It’s a mess. I’m a mess.