Stories That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

Instead I let my fingertips drift, slow and lazy, tracing the sensitive outer lips, feeling how puffy and wet everything still was. The chill on my skin finally got me up. I walked to the shower, stripped off my clothes, and let hot water run over me. It washed away the wetness, soothing my body as steam filled the room. I dried off, put on a sleep shirt, and got into bed already drifting off to sleep. Noah's POV: “We’ll be the first company to launch such an advanced technology this early!” the presenter declared, arms spread like he’d just invented gravity. I leaned back in the leather chair, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. “Yet you haven’t gotten a patent.”

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

~Lena’s POV~ “Listen,” Jasmine said, leaning forward on my couch with that wicked sparkle in her eyes, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. “I’m telling you, there is nothing…absolutely nothing,like sliding two fingers over your clit after a long day and just letting go. Last weekend I had the apartment to myself and I swear I spent forty minutes edging and teasing my pussy until it was so swollen and wet I could hear every little stroke. When I finally rubbed hard and fast I came so hard my legs shook for ages. I still get wet thinking about it.”

"You do understand my men jerk off while looking at me. Are you going to be ok watching my guys jerking off to the view of your girlfriend's pussy?" "Oh yeah. When we have sex, I ask her to tell me stories (fantasies) of how she would display her body to some other guy while I watch. She gets really turned on by telling me her stories. One time she even let the other guy (in her fantasy) put his cock inside her and that night she was screaming in ecstasy for a long time. I think that's the night she squirted for the first time. I'm sure you'll like her, she's a special girl." We arrived back at the barn and Brad got dressed quickly. Spike came walking over and said, "Don't worry Brad, I won'

My pussy was dripping, soaking through my leggings as he kept doing slow, deliberate push-ups, rubbing his 11-inch cock against me. “Feel that burn, Cici?” he asked loudly for the crowd, but his eyes were dark with lust. Then he started rotating his hips — grinding his thick cockhead in slow, filthy circles right on my clit. I lost it. My eyes rolled back. A powerful orgasm crashed through me without warning. I came hard on my shorts, gushing into the already drenched fabric. My thighs shook violently as I tried to stay quiet, a broken whimper escaping my lips. Clear juices leaked through my leggings, making a visible wet patch.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

The wet slap of bodies moving together. My fingers moved faster. I leaned my forehead against the cool stall wall, listening as the couple next door grew more frantic. The woman whimpered. The man grunted softly. I rubbed my clit in tight, desperate circles, thrusting two fingers deep inside myself, matching their rhythm. The ache built fast and sharp. My thighs shook. I came hard, biting down on my free hand to stay quiet, waves of pleasure rolling through me while the sounds of their fucking continued through the wall.

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

My hot wet ass rubbed on the wet, soggy, warm carpet. I felt the first load fly across my feet which was a very strange indeed. No one has ever cummed on my feet before and it was a strange and exciting sensation. It wasn't long before more loads flew across my naked body. They were hot. They were slimy. There were everywhere. It just seemed to keep coming. Eventually none of my flesh was visible. I looked like a melted snowman. I felt amazing. The store went silent as everyone left.

“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.