I Wet My Panties Novels & Stories

I could barely control my moans, which had turned into high-pitched, pathetic whimpers of need. Below the waist, I was a mess. I could feel my panties soaking quickly, the slick of my heat coating the fabric and making it cling to my skin in a way that was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing. I was so turned on it was crazy; the scent of my own readiness was filling the room, driving us both toward the edge.

I shifted on my knees, feeling the damp spot in my panties chafe against my swollen folds. I could tell him how I lay in my dorm bed this morning, shoved my hand into my panties, and found my cunt already wet and swollen for the man I was not supposed to want. I could describe how I pulled up his hospital profile picture and imagined that stern, professional mouth sucking my nipples until I screamed. I could tell him how I rubbed my clit in fast, tight circles, pretending his fingers were inside me, stretching me and his thumb grinding right where I needed it. Or how I came so hard that my legs have been wobbly ever since. Or how I was still wet. Or how I was hoping that wetness is what he’l

And it dangled at the entrance of her pussy, aching to push through her panties. Her panties were still on her waist. I reached for the waistline and pulled it down, still staring into her eyes to watch her expressions, and I snatched the little piece of fabric off her waist. She gasped. “Don’t worry,” I cooed, tasting her panties after inhaling her sweet scent. “I’ll be gentle.” I threw her panties down to the floor. My hands reached for the shower and turned it on, the cold water rushing in full force as droplets splattered all over the floor and on my body.

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.

I moved over to my bed, not wanting to sit down on the chair in my wet cotton panties. "So?" He waited until I was done moving around. "How wet are you?" I slipped my fingers inside my undies and shuddered at the instant response generated by my own soft touch. "Dripping." "Are you playing with yourself?" Caught! Automatically I stopped swirling my fingers between my labia. "You are, aren't you, gorgeous? Come on, admit it." "I was," I confessed. "Don't stop," he whispered. "I want to hear you make yourself come."

Her panties were already damp and I groaned. "So wet for me," I said, rubbing her through the fabric. "Been thinking about this too?" "Yes," She admitted breathlessly. "Fuck, yes. I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday." I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs, pocketing them. She made a small sound of protest but I just smiled. "You won't be needing these." I said, then spread her legs wider. She was glistening, her pussy pink and swollen. I dragged one finger through her wetness and she shuddered.

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

“Stand up for me.” I rose on shaky legs and leaned forward, pressing my palms to the cool wooden surface. He stood behind me, he lifted the hem of my uniform exposing my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and drew them down slowly, letting them pool at my ankles. I stepped out of them, my heart hammering more than ever. He ran his palms over my bottom, squeezing gently, then a little harder. “Such a pretty view.” His hand dipped between my legs, stroking softly along my folds. I was embarrassingly wet already. He groaned loudly obviously pleased.

My heels were high, and I didn't wait for him, walking fast toward the mansion entrance. —- “Hey, watch it. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep…” He didn’t even finish the warning before my heel caught on the cobblestone drive. I pitched forward, hitting the ground hard. My knees screamed in pain, the impact jarring my whole body. A sharp cry escaped me, and I closed my eyes, blinking against the sudden, agonizing sting. Today’s really not my day. But tears were never a thing for me. I wouldn't cry. “I told you to be careful,” he said, his voice flat.

I am missing Adams. "Ah ..." I opened my mouth to release my weak voice. I lifted my legs even more and I could feel my wet panties. I looked at it and when I saw how sticky my panties were, my nipple also hardened so I immediately took off my bra. I took the round little vibrator out of the drawer then tucked it into my panties.