Stories That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

She moved higher, closer to the apex of her thighs, the anticipation making her heart to race. When her fingers finally brushed against the cotton of her panties, she let out a long, shaky breath. They were damp already, the fabric clinging slightly to her skin. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled them down, letting them drop to her ankles. She kicked them off, spreading her legs slightly to give herself more room to move. Now, she was completely bare to the cool air, completely exposed. She reached down between her legs, her fingers trembling as they found their target. She was already wet, a testament to the stories she had just read. Her fingers slid through the s

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

The apartment’s silence presses against me, the air heavy, as if the story’s heat is choking the room. I keep going, the words filthier: "He spreads my ass cheeks, his fingers sliding along my wet pussy, teasing my entrance. 'You’re soaked, slut,' he growls, and I moan, loud, reckless, the sound echoing. His thumb circles my clit, slow, torturous, until I’m bucking, begging for his cock. He unzips his pants, his dick thick, veined, the head glistening with precum. He rubs it against my slit, coating himself in my juices, and I whimper, my cunt desperate." My thighs press together, my pussy soaking through my shorts, the fabric sticking to my skin. I want to touch myself, but I don’t, not yet

My fingers were coated, webs of slick stretching between them and Ryan’s cock jumped in his grip when he saw them. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re soaked. Been playing with that tight little pussy while you watched me?” I nodded my throat too tight to speak. “Words, baby. Use them.” “Y-yes,” I whispered but voice sounded wrecked already. “I… I had a dream and a woke up so wet I couldn’t think, then i came down for water and… heard you.” His eyes darkened. “And instead of leaving, you stood in the dark and fingered yourself to me jerking off.”

I slipped into the bed cuddled with Zane as I thought about his words. By morning, I was sporting a panda look, but it wasn't my fault. I had stayed up all night thinking about Hunter's suggestive words. At some point, I had to take a shower to relieve myself, but it was of no use. Each bead of water that touched my skin felt warm… too warm. I had the lights off because I was avoiding looking at my reflection,it was embarrassing. When I closed my eyes, I could feel him right there… behind me, his body pressing against my back. I felt like he was really there. I thought turning off the light would stabilize me… but unfortunately, the darkness made it even worse. The sound of the water reduced

I whispered, looking up into his eyes. I dropped to my knees on the wet tile. Water cascaded over us as I swirled my tongue around his swollen head, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum. I took him deeper, working my hand in rhythm with my mouth, sucking with wet, obscene sounds. Marcus groaned, fingers threading through my wet hair. I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, taking him to the back of my throat until my eyes watered. His hips twitched; I could feel him fighting the urge to fuck my face.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

“Her pussy is so wet. What a slutty little bride.” Clara trembled, her breath catching as Parker slid two fingers inside her pussy, curling them with deliberate pressure. A broken cry escaped her lips, not from pain but from the sudden rush of sensation. Her hips jerked forward, responding instinctively to the deep, teasing motion, the unexpected pleasure unraveling her defenses.

Fuck, I think I'm wet too. These girls are insane. “I told you, I'd make you squirt.” The lady on her knees teased the other one standing and breathing really hard. They both burst out laughing, carefree and totally unworried about the people moving around them. They didn't care, they were just consumed in their own little world of pleasure. I couldn't stop staring. I couldn't stop dripping. How sinful! I suddenly froze, I couldn't even walk again. I stared with amused disbelief. My mouth dropped open in shock.