Stories To Make Me Wet Novels & Stories

His nasty words has me gripping my knees together, needing to pat my pussy and hold back from cumming in the puddle. “And while your pussy opens just a little, I imagine poking my finger…” He pushes his hand forward and my pussy tightens between my legs like it just got poked. Oh, my god. How can words make a grown-up wet? “And fuck Berry, your slutty pussy squeezes my damn finger like a bitch.” “Fuck.” I sigh, restless. My body voluntarily slips down, arching my ass upward, needing his hands and cock. Needing him in the right places.

is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before. Somewhere in my brain I think, 'It's a good thing I had a full bath before coming out'. Backing a bit, I press my fingers to the bed and lie back, using by elbows to properly myself, keeping my upper body half raised. Then tentatively, I raise both of my legs, stretching them to touch the tip of her cock with my toes. However she shakes her head at me, "Keep those legs spread. I want to see how much your pussy wants this cock."

I think we were both becoming boring. I started watching p**n on the nights that my husband was out of town, after putting the baby to sleep. I watched every type of p**n I could find, but my favorites were wives getting knocked up by strangers. I also found erotic story websites and couldn't keep out of the slut and hot wife sections. I found that after living the life that these stories portrayed, I would get very wet and have to go to my room and take care of myself. After a while, the videos began occupying my dreams. One morning I woke up after a crazy sexy dream and texted my husband.

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.

The sensation of being filled so completely made Ara shudder. Damon finally pulled out. A thick stream of his cum leaked from her stretched pussy onto the silk sheets. “Get to the desk,” he said, still breathing hard. “Write the scene. Now. Every detail. While my cum is still dripping out of you.” Ara’s legs shook as she walked naked to the elegant desk beside his bed. She sat down, feeling his warm seed leaking down her thighs as she opened the new laptop. Her fingers trembled as she began typing, describing every delicious moment. His tongue on her clit, the powerful creampie while staring into her eyes.

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

She came twice, her body surrendering completely. By evening, in the bedroom, it was missionary—intimate, eyes locked as he moved slowly, then fast, grinding his pubic bone against her clit until she begged. “Harder… please!” He obliged, pounding until they both shattered. The day blurred into a marathon of forbidden ecstasy—shower sex, where water slicked their bodies, his cock sliding in from behind; oral on the stairs, his tongue devouring her until she squirted; quickies in every room, each more intense than the last.

I looked at the others again. “Touch yourselves,” I ordered. “Show me how wet this makes you.” Four hands moved at once. Lila spread her legs wide. Two fingers plunged inside herself. Tara pinched her nipples. Hard. Mei rubbed slow circles over her clit. Her breathing hitched. Elena’s fingers dipped between her folds. She watched me with those green eyes. Unblinking. I fucked Sophia’s mouth harder. Faster. Her throat opened for me. Took me deeper. Gagging sounds filled the studio. Wet. Filthy. Perfect.