Wet And Messy Story Novels & Stories

I sit in the same dim glow, heart still racing from last night’s release. My body remembers—throbs with the memory of three fingers stretching me while I wrote about being knotted and filled. The unfinished story waits on the screen like a living thing, but tonight I don’t continue it. Tonight I start something filthier, something that makes even my darkest previous tales feel tame. New document. Title: *Tongue of the Beast*. I type the first line with trembling fingers.

It made me even wetter. “Now it’s your turn, you dirty girl,” she said with a wicked smile. Instead of going down on me, she positioned herself so our legs were scissored, our soaked pussies pressed tightly together. She started grinding slowly, then faster, our slippery cunts mashing and sliding, clits rubbing perfectly against each other. We fucked like animals, moaning and gasping, until we both exploded in a shattering orgasm, our juices mixing together. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-covered heap, gently rubbing each other’s sensitive pussies. I asked if we should get back to the party.

Short story Intro- Wild sex that gets you riled up might just be the best! She shuddered wildly as Nathan spread her legs. Her pussy slit was juicy and hot and she could hardly wait for Nathan's tongue to slither in all that sensitive pink wetness. "Oh, yes!" Cateleya gasped. She felt Nathan's fingers spread her puffy cuntlips open and then his hot, wide tongue streaked across the tiny staining bump of her clit. "Ooooooh, so good!" Cateleya moaned. She bent over until her lips were almost touching the shiny red head of Nathan's big cock. She smacked her lips together and moaned again.

Then somewhat more urgently, “Is yours…wet too?” “Yeah, it really is.” Here is what amazed me. When I whispered back that I was really wet, I felt myself get wetter as I was speaking. “Is talking about this making you wetter?” I asked. “I think I’ve been like this since this afternoon.” She hissed back, “But in reply to your question, talking about it is definitely making me wetter.” A minute or two passed and then working up my courage I asked, “Heather?” “Yeah?”

She spread the wet pre-ejaculation juices on the dick over the tip, placing it back in her opening, trying to push it in. She loudly exclaimed, cursing as James pushed the cock in her. He withdrew, having only managed to make a quarter of his massive member in her and, with a powerful stroke and her scream, smashed his huge dick fully home, deep in her pussy.

The head popped free with a wet schlick, a string of saliva and thick, white residue connecting her bottom lip to the tip of my dick. I didn't go back in. I looked down at her. Her face was a masterpiece of ruin. Her makeup was smeared, black tears tracking down her cheeks. Her lips were swollen, red, and glistening. And there, on her chin, was the mess I had left behind, a creamy, pearly streak drying in the cool air. "You're a mess, sis," I whispered, my voice dropping to a low, filthy growl. I held my cock in my hand. It was slick, and shiny with her saliva and my release. Very heavy and throbbing.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

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♡

“You finish cooking. Try not to burn anything while you’re thinking about how wet you are right now.” I stood there frozen as he walked away, his broad back and tight ass flexing with each step. My hands were shaking. My pussy was soaked, throbbing with need. Guilt twisted sharply in my chest — Alex trusted me, trusted his brother — but the attraction was undeniable. Powerful. Dangerous.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.