Stories That Will Get You Wet Novels & Stories

The Raid Year of the Lilies Torrid Season The River Kintil Isla I LAY STUNNED ON THE WET GROUND, my fingers are digging into the dirt, my hair and dress are plastered to my body and I'm sobbing; the salty tears roll down my cheeks and some seep into my mouth. I don't know how long I've been lying down here but I know that it's been long enough for the storm to be an ugly memory of a few moments ago. The soft wind that blows is icy and sends shivers down my spine.

After the threat, Brian walked inside the bathroom. The sound of running water could be heard, which made Emma, who had just broken out of her stupor after his threat, assumed that he was brushing his teeth. The running water from the tap stopped and the sound of a running shower followed. Emma, who believed that he was only bluffing, began stripping herself naked. She cleaned the drop of tears that was streaming down her cheeks, as she knew that Brian will be seeing her naked, in a few minutes. Her pride that had been kept for over 23 years is about to be forced onto a man. Not that the man wanted it, but she's about to shove it at him with force.

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

Every line of ink told a story I wanted to read with my tongue. My hands moved to his belt, my fingers trembling as I unbuckled it. His pants fell to the floor with a soft thud, and his cock sprang free. I forgot how to breathe. The monstrosity was thick and long, the head flushed and already weeping pre cum. Veins ran along the cock like rivers in a map and my mouth went completely dry as my thighs pressed together instinctively. "Don't be scared," he said, his voice dropping to something softer. "I'll take care of you."

A Bumpy Ride Alexia’s POV “Fuuuuck… Ahhh!” The words tore out of my throat before I could stop them. The vibrator buzzed wildly inside me, pressed right against that sweet spot that made my toes curl and my vision blur. Hot water from the shower cascaded down my body, mixing with the slick mess dripping down my thighs. This was my third orgasm in twenty minutes, and my legs were shaking so badly I had to brace one hand against the tiled wall just to stay upright.

Back in the Nightstorm pack, the floors are always cold and I am never allowed to use the water inside the house. I always have to wait for the sky to open up and rain just to wash the dirt off my skin. Sometimes I sneak into the shed when everyone is sleeping and I count to five while the cold water hits me, because if I stay longer they will hear me and beat me until I can't walk. The memory of the rain feels like ice on my soul and I sit in the hot bubbles while the steam fills the air. My eyes start to sting while I sit there and the water feels too hot, but I squeeze my lids shut.

“Tell me.” “I’m touching my pussy.” “Good, baby girl. Push two fingers inside. I want to hear how wet you are.” I did as I was told. My folds were slick, hot, and wet. The noises my wet pussy made seemed to drown out any of the rain that beat against my window. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. It seemed like ages ago. I pressed two fingers, then three, inside myself, using my thumb to circle my clit. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to hold on to this feeling for a while. Who knew when I would feel it again.

Male. That afternoon I came home from college completely drained. Lectures had been endless, my brain fried, and all I wanted was to wash the stress off my skin. I headed straight for the bathroom, stripped down, and stepped under the hot spray. The water felt heavenly, cascading over my full breasts, down my flat stomach, and between my legs. I stayed in longer than I meant to, letting the steam fill the room until the mirror was fogged and my skin turned pink and glowing. When I finally stepped out, I wrapped a large towel around my body, tucking it loosely above my breasts, and another around my wet hair like a turban. I didn’t bother getting dressed right away. Daddy was probably in the

She had a slight baby bump now, looking radiant and full of joy at the prospect of motherhood. I carried all the baby supplies we had bought and stayed close to her side, making sure she didn't get bumped by any passersby. Just as we stepped out of the shopping mall, a filthy, reeking homeless woman suddenly lunged out, blocking our way. It turned out to be Zoe. She was emaciated, her eyes bloodshot and manic. She turned pale the moment she spotted Maisie's baby bump. She stared intensely at her stomach and asked in a trembling tone, "Is she pregnant, Waylon?"

“You’re so wet already just from thinking about him.” She dipped two fingers lower, sliding them through my dripping folds before pushing them slowly inside me. I gasped as she curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside while her thumb kept rubbing firm circles on my clit. The wet, squelching sounds of her fingers pumping in and out filled the room as she worked me open, adding a third finger when my hips started bucking desperately against her hand.