Stories That Will Get You Wet Novels & Stories

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

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?"

I asked, curiosity laced in my tone. “Every person you see at Wet Nights today has a story to tell. Nobody ended up here by luck, we all are criminals hiding under Wet Nights. In a place filled with criminals, we no longer fight for authority, we fight for fear, leadership!” Synn rolled her eyes towards me, and my heart skipped for a minute. My lips parted slightly but no words could come out. Still shocked and slightly terrified by what Synn was saying. How did she manage to know all of this?

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Water streamed down our faces. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air around us thick with steam and desire. Then Blake was on me again, claiming my mouth in a wet, desperate kiss. His hands roamed over my drenched back, and my fingers traced the hard, defined muscles of his shoulders and back. We began tugging at our clothes. I pulled Blake’s shirt over his head, and he yanked my top off, throwing the wet fabric to the floor. His hands moved to my leggings, sliding them down my hips along with my panties until they pooled around my ankles.

Cold, so cold, and wet, why am I lying in a pubble? where is the light? I can't see a thing, am I blind? "Breathe" I tell myself, but it hurts to. Panic rises as I reach out around me, sceared of what I might touch but hoping to feel something, anything in this seeming void. Giving up on life, I feel a rough, wet and freezing stone wall at my fingertips, I follow the wall round and around, I'm in a dried up well! Droping to my knees, how? why? Sobbing, fighting the tears and urge to cry.

Hannah got up each morning to a panoramic, ringside seat looking out over mountains and forests, and a hundred-plus miles of pure visibility. Unfortunately, running water was limited. Her bathing choices were stream, pond, or go dirty. The pond was already choking up with algae as the water levels dropped further with each passing day, so Hannah headed for the stream. After losing her radio—and Cole, a little voice in her head said—falling asleep had been hard. She’d have to decide if she was hiking out tomorrow to pick up new gear or if she wanted to sit tight for a couple of days and hope base camp figured out her dilemma. Maybe a little cold water would clear her head, make things clearer

Lower, and more severe. “Goodnight,” I whisper, bristling. I remind myself I don’t believe in the stories my mom told me as a child, but if there are demons in those wetlands… Well, the Gregory property might be full of them.

When his head fell, he also died. But don't be afraid! This is just a little story to scare children! I will tell you how it happened. In the city of this story nobody smiled or played games, all the children studied all day. In the colorless city, adults worked all day and the older ones taught the younger ones how to work until the day they died. On the day that no one remembers the exact date, very heavy rain arrived in the city followed by a floating sea of ​​heavy rain clouds. And with the rain came the boy with a bluebird in his arms. The boy happily hopped around the dark city streets, not caring about the strange looks the boy was humming; "Can someone offer me a place under your roo

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!