My Panties Are So Wet Novels & Stories

Something wet slips down my body, soft and warm, like I’m all lubed up and soaked, it pools in my cotton panties, and clings to my wetness. No. Not here. Please. “Fuck…” My legs give way and I fall forward. “I have to go.”

I can feel my pussy dripping again, pulsing against the thin material of my panties. My pussy is swollen and fucking raw. It’s been wet and hot for three days straight without a break, all because my best friend’s mother doesn’t know how to cover up. I doubt it would make a difference even if she did, since all she has to do is just smile and my knees weaken.

---------------~[MARILYN'S POV]~------------------ The next morning is in a dripping state for me because ... well ...... I am freaking horny. If there's anything sex with Frederick yesterday has done to me, it has made my desire for it much more intense. The first thing that woke me up this morning was my soaking wet underwear and my uncontrolable tossing and moaning on the bed. This is just too much to take in. I bite my lip and find myself sliping my fingers into my panty . I groan as I feel my wet pussy and arch my back biting my lip as I caress it slowly breathing hard.

He personally shopped for me. He got me sexy lingerie and I wear them every night, but then he doesn’t touch me. It makes me wonder why he got them for me in the first place. I pull my panties down my legs. I know he can see how wet they are. I don’t know why I get so wet. Is this normal? My face heats. I soaked my panties through, and now I’m getting my thighs all wet, too. “Open your legs.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, one that only excites me more. “Now touch yourself.” It’s not a request but a command.

Wetness slick and heavy, soaking through my panties. Without turning to face him, I let my back remain against his chest. I wanted to feel him this way; hot, broad, looming over me. My hand slid down, trembling with urgency, until one finger hooked the thin band of my panties. I dragged it aside, gasping softly as the cool air met my swollen heat. I could feel how wet I was, dripping, shameless. My fingers brushed against myself, and I whimpered at my own touch. But I didn’t linger.

He leans up on his elbows so my arm fits between us. He holds my gaze as I slide my free hand down my half-bare body to the waistband of my skirt, then under and into my panties. What I find there almost doesn’t make sense for a moment. How, when I am nothing but fire, am I producing so much wetness? Because I’m soaked, all the way through my panties and probably onto my skirt. Maybe onto Dante’s nice couch, so he can never forget I was here. His eyes burn. “Well?”

My panties are wet. At first I reach up to cover my chest, feeling exposed. “Take it off,” he says. “Show me.” I shouldn’t listen. I shouldn’t be so turned on by this, especially with him cock-deep in someone else. But I want him to see. I want him to watch. I want him to imagine it’s me, because it could have been, maybe, if he actually walked down the hallway to my door. So before I can talk myself out of it, I grip the hem of my nightshirt and pull it over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, only a pair of panties. They’re already soaked.

No one laid a finger on my cunt. But I'm already soaked. My impatient fingers clenched the hem of my dress and I lifted it up. Desperate. Needy. I pressed a fingers to the crouch of my panties and fuck…. It was drenched. No… I shouldn't be this wet for a man that is not even here. Not from a mere imagination of him. But I was. Shamelessly so. I grabbed the band of the lace panties and slide it down my thighs. It was ruined. The lace underwear was utterly ruined—saturated, darkened, and heavy with need that refused to be tamed.

"You want to be in those pictures. Bound. Helpless. Begging for my touch." My pussy throbs and my panties are soaked. "Yes," I whisper.

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."