Slippery T Novels & Stories

The moment the procedure slip hit the floor, Solana instinctively snatched it up and stuffed it away as quickly as she could. However, Isaiah's sharp eyes had already caught sight of the words "procedure slip" on the paper. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it had jumped to her throat, and she could even hear the thumping of her heart in her ears. She fumbled for a moment, trying to come up with something believable. Finally, she mumbled, "It's nothing; it's just a simple dental procedure. Dr. Bates said I should take care of any dental issues early during pregnancy, or it'll cause trouble later."

"I've been waiting for this since last semester!" "What exactly is this event?" I asked. Seviah explained with sparkling eyes. "The Sacred Pool is an ancestral relic. They say its water can detect true mate bonds. You just dip your hand in, and if you have a mate who is also present there, the water will glow to signify your bond." "Everyone has to participate?" I asked again, my voice trembling slightly. Denna nodded. "Mandatory. It doesn't matter if you're omega, beta, or alpha. Everyone of legal age has to dip their hand in."

She smiled and walked away seductively with lust in her eyes. I stared at my cell. There was one simple word in the message, "Rooftop." It felt like I had lost control of myself as I walked out of the rowdy crowd robotically toward the fourth floor. Even though I knew what I was about to witness, it still hurt me tremendously. Willow's moans and Eric's grunts rang in my ear. "You're so impatient, Eric. This is the storeroom…" Eric heaved Willow up in the air. I could see her hanging onto Eric from the door's creak.

a pink-haired girl asked. “Do you think you are better than us now?” Saad asked. “I never doubted it,” Sikandar spat back. “Let’s go to the roof until the class starts,” Suleiman suggested. Sikandar accepted his suggestion and teleported to the roof. There, they found a fat boy with spindly arms filming himself. “Oi, this spot is taken!” The boy said. “Sor-wait, you’re RageBaiter67, right?” Suleiman asked.

I didn't know when the word slipped out of me. "Yes..." I breathed, my eyelids fluttering shut. The guy proceeded immediately. His large, dark hand slid between my open thighs under the water. The moment his calloused fingers brushed against my lower lips, he paused for a brief second. He noticed the wetness. He felt the extreme slipperiness that wasn't just from the flower soap. My body was already dripping, reacting to the forbidden nature of what was happening. "Ahhh... h-f-fuck..." I gasped out, my chest heaving violently as his long fingers began to slide up and down my slit.

She barely got the words out before I was sticking a second finger in that nearly virgin ass, and opening her up. "Christ that hurts!" she cried, pulling away a bit. "Get some lube out of my drawer before you tear me apart, please." I was a little put-off by her demanding tone, but she just looked at me with those big blue eyes, and I could see the glistening of almost shed tears. "Please," she asked nicely, looking at me worriedly. I wonder how I must have looked to her for her to get so nervous. Reluctantly I pulled my wet cock out of her, and felt the cool air against it as I opened the drawer. I spotted a red bottle that said "Slippery Stuff". Bingo.

He was so humiliated that he and his friends spread rumors that I was sleeping around, stringing multiple guys along at the same time. When Sally found out, he went after them one by one. He beat every single one of them until no one dared whisper my name again. One time, the boy who started the rumors called in a few of his friends. After school, they followed Sally down the hallway and shoved him through a floor-to-ceiling window. Sally never saw it coming. His entire body crashed through the glass, and he tumbled to the ground in a shower of broken shards. The fall was not far enough to cause anything serious, but both of his arms were slashed to ribbons by the fragments.

He looked at me, in those seductive eyes while leaning closer towards me… I swear I couldn't just resist. I drowned in every inch of his touch. My hands slipped down her skirt and fortunately she wasn't wearing any underwear. She was damn wet, "do ladies get as slippery as this?" My thoughts rolled, my mind a chaotic ride. I started off with her thighs, the tingles it gave her. I could feel her shaky breath…. She drew me closer, my lips and hers jammed while I pressed myself forward to her… My hands finally slipped in her "goddamn stream"…..

Before she could detect it, my tongue slipped through her sl*t and located her cl*t. While licking her most intimate lips, my fingers slipped in her and smoothed her tunnel–walls. With her G–spot swelling with pleasure, she constricted her tunnel and pushed my fingers out, willing to come. Satisfied with her juice–oozing lips, I abruptly straightened up, and kissed her lips again. Meanwhile, she understood it was her turn: slipped her hand into my pants and shoved my swollen d*ck out. Regarding this was an office, it had to be a quickie.

I grunted, the words rough and hungry. She shifted, a smooth, deliberate motion that made my breath catch. She spread her legs, straddling one of my hips instead of my waist, and began to move. It wasn't a ride yet; it was a slow, torturous grind. The slick, hot evidence of her first climax coated my length as she slid herself back and forth over me, her wetness making a smooth, slick path against my skin.