Wet Desires Novels & Stories

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The night brought in their dreams the memories of the carnal encounter between them, each one remembered the body of the other, each one remembered the kisses of the other, both woke up with their private parts wet with the desire to possess each other again. Mark woke up sweaty and his hand clutching his cock, which was hot, wet and his pajamas were wet on his bottom, it was the first time this had ever happened to him, he had never felt so much desire for any woman.

"...tell me..." "...I want...you so...bad...harder...faster..." I begged. Wade began to pick up speed, thrusting and pounding against my vagina making me even more wet than I was. He kept going until felt I was ready for his all. Going as fast and hard as he can, we both moaned and grunted in pure bliss as we both reached out climax. "...Wade!..." I scream at my climax. "...Charity!..." Wade panted still wanting to go on.

her voice roiling with desire and desperation. She desired the utmost pleasure—to feel him radiate his warmth from deep within her. Her plea was too strong for him to resist; her pure yearning appealed to his baser desires. They were both conscious that their parents were just downstairs, which added to the excitement. He let go of all control and gave in to the overwhelming sensation growing within him with a mere growl. Their bodies turned into a whirl of frantic motions, synchronised in an ecstasy-filled dance, the result of their desires combining into one explosive moment.

I couldn't tell her I forgot to add that tiny little detail of me telling him by name Ariana studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Well, that’s creepy. Sexy, but creepy.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “That’s the problem. He’s both.” The words hung between us for a beat too long. Because what I didn’t tell Ariana — what I couldn’t tell her — was how my mind wasn’t racing because of fear. It was racing because of desire. A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize.

With closed eyes and heavy breaths, she eagerly awaited that first kiss, parting her lips to invite him in. Frustration consumed her as she still didn't feel his lips. She furrowed her brows in confusion and opened her eyes to an empty space . Disappointment flooding over her. It was just another hallucination, leaving her burning with unfulfilled desire. Slamming her hand onto the basin platform, she closed her eyes, attempting to regain composure. Anger surged within as she blamed herself for again thinking of him. Determined to break free from his hold, she glared at herself in the mirror. desperate to quell her insatiable desires she Fixed her hair and stormed out of the washroom, ready

“Taste how needy you are.” Shame and desire tangled hot on my tongue as I sucked him clean, my body trembling harder with every slow lick. His other hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him through the blur of steam. “Rule four,” he growled, his cock straining under the towel. “When I finally let you come you’ll do it while I’m inside you. Not before.” My body ached, pulsing, desperate for release. The steam felt suffocating, every second stretched thin, my orgasm sitting just out of reach like a cruel mirage.

"I want you so badly," He growls, his voice dropping an octave. "I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Until you scream my name out so loud that the people outside the estate can hear you. His words sends a jolt of desire straight to my core, and I can feel myself getting wetter. He steps closer, the flogger now forgotten. His hands roams over my bound body, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me. And another thing," he says, his voice oozing sexiness. "What do you want me to do to you?"

“Boys don’t know what to do with a woman’s body. They don’t know how to work a pair of tits like this until a girl is dripping wet and begging.” He pulled back to look at me, my nipples red and glistening from his mouth. “Are you dripping wet for me, Stephanie?” I couldn’t lie. My whole body was trembling. The evidence was soaking my shorts and I could only nod. a tiny, shameful movement. “Tell me.” “I’m… I’m wet,” I whispered. “Louder. Let me hear what a filthy little hitchhiker you are.” “I’m wet!” I said, my voice cracking. The admission sent another gush of moisture between my legs.

'Let me feel how wet my little slut is. Trembling, I obeyed, hiking up the fabric just enough to slide the soaked cotton down my thighs. He groaned softly, plunging two fingers into my slick folds without warning. I gasped, gripping the rose bush as he pumped them slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit in firm circles. 'Fuck, you're soaked,' he growled. 'This cunt was made for sin. Beg for my tongue.' 'Please,' I whimpered, my knees buckling. 'Lick me. Eat my pussy like you own it. I need your mouth on me.'