Wet Desires Novels & Stories

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good. They'd needed wrung out and dried as much as she did. She'd not be sorry when that part of this little experiment was over. She'd not bargained for wet all day eve

My wetness was leaking down my core ruining the expensive bed sheet down there . He opened his greyish orbs and we stared at each other lewdly . I didn't escape from his gaze . I wanted him to observed me checking him out lustfully . I wanted him to know that he was just not alone with this desires but we both together was experiencing our harmless desires for each other . A smirk spread on his lips . " Ready " he asked me while a lips were tugged up in a smile .

I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo. His tongue swirled around my nipple, sending electric sparks through my body. I could feel the wetness between my legs, they ache for more of his touch. Damien's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair, urging him to take more. He complied, his mouth moving to my other breast, his tongue and teeth working in sync to drive me wild. I moaned his name, my body trembling with need.

How had the woman I had spent months silently cursing turned me into this trembling mess with my shorts around my thighs and my own arousal dripping down my legs like some desperate slut who could not walk away? Elena slowly pulled her fingers out of me. The wet sound was loud and obscene in the quiet room. She held them up between us, glistening with my creamy slickness, and smirked. “Look at this mess you made, sweet girl. Open that pretty mouth and clean them. I want to watch you taste exactly how much you hate me and how much wetter that hatred makes you.” I parted my lips before I could stop myself. She slid the two fingers in deep, pressing down on my tongue, forcing me to suck the sal

His hands slid down from breast, gliding over my skin, memorizing every contour, every curve of my skinny frame. “I want you.” I whispered back impatiently, my body gyrated because I wanted him – no, I needed him. I needed to feel him way deeper than I could process, deeper than my body could handle. That was what happened when you frolicked with the devil, and he ignited desires that only him could quench. “How badly do you want me?” he asked me now biting my flesh hard that a raw groan escaped my lips. “I could die.” raw, unfiltered desires radiated off me and he turned me around, pulling me closer and lifting my dress up, I moaned again.

My body prepares for him automatically now – pavlovian response to four years of conditioning. "Fuck,” he breathes, so quiet I almost miss it. His fingers slide through my wetness, parting my folds, spreading my arousal. He’s always surprised by how wet I am. Always thinks it’s an unconscious response. It’s not. It’s want. Pure, desperate want. His finger circles my clit. My breathing stays even. My face stays slack. But inside I’m screaming, desperate for more pressure, more friction, more of him. He gives it to me.

Wanted to touch me, taste me, make me fall apart under his hands and mouth. I needed a solution. This was wrong on every level. He’s my stepuncle and I’m his nephew, I’m supposed to be under his care and not under him! The taboo alone should have been enough to kill the attraction, but instead it fed the fire. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his broad shoulders between my thighs, felt the stretch of his fingers curling inside me, heard the wet sounds of his tongue licking deep while My body remembered every detail and craved more.

"Dex wants to be your bad boy. But me?" I leaned in until my lips were grazing the shell of her ear, until I could taste the salt on her skin. "I want to be the one who breaks you. I want to hear the bone snap in your virtue. I want to taste the blood and the sin on your tongue. Just this once. Let me have one taste of that filthy, forbidden cunt. Let me bury my face between your legs until you suffocate me with your thighs. I swear it. Just... let me ruin you, and I'll carry the shame to my grave."

He flipped my skirt up over my waist and slowly pulled my white lace panties down to my knees, completely exposing me. *This is so humiliating… but why am I getting even wetter?* He took his time, spreading my legs wider. His fingers gently teased my outer lips, stroking up and down my slit without entering me yet. I was already dripping. “Soaking wet again,” he murmured. “Your body craves this even when your mind is still shy.” He finally pushed two thick fingers inside me, sliding them in deep. I moaned softly, gripping the edge of the desk. He started pumping them slowly, curling them against my g-spot with every stroke.

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.