Wet Night Novels & Stories

I'm not working tonight, but I'm stopping in to check on a few of the new recruits. The night is cool, but I can smell summer coming, quicker than most of us are probably ready for. The older I get, the less I enjoy the humid, stifling heat. I'd much rather have just a bite in the air. Chilly enough a jacket is required. Up the road, I can see the sign for Wet Wanda's sticking out amongst the dark, blanketed sky. Neon always draws attention, and that's exactly what we need to get bodies in the building.

“The door was open. I have here some fresh juice courtesy of the management. Madame, where would you like me to place the juice?” “I … I …” I’m almost gibbering. I want to scream. I want to erupt. This is supposed to be our wedding night. Our wedding night. And we’re standing in a hotel suite, surrounded by hammering workmen, butlers with salvers, and the noise of Teletubbies drilling into my brain. “Madame,” says Nico gently. “I am mortified that we are inconveniencing you. Please may I offer you again a complimentary cocktail in the bar?”

His eyes brought back all those memories she thought she had already forgotten— her past which she didn't have the strength to tell Aidan. “Just one night, Autumn. We just have to dance. Our customers won’t be able to recognize us because we’re wearing masks. It's up to you whether you want to be fucked or not,” Snow, her best friend, told her. Snow already has her make-up on and her black lingerie. Her lips were so red as if she had really prepared for this night.

Being the hosting Alpha is probably making him insane. Amelia took a deep breath, the fiery storm within her slowly subsiding. Amelia: You're right, Marcy. I suppose not everything needs to be solved today.” With renewed determination, Amelia straightened her posture and looked into Marcy's supportive eyes. As the moon rose high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the summit grounds, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Night 1 of the summit marked the commencement of the vibrant nightlife, where werewolves from different packs gathered to revel in the festivities. The air was infused with mouthwatering aromas as the scent of grilled delicacies wafted through th

“Fills me so deep I can feel him in my stomach. Look how stretched I am. Look how wet. This is what you get when you call a woman cold in bed. This is what real want looks like.” Roman groaned like he was dying and came again, flooding me a second time, cock pulsing hard and deep. I felt every thick spurt, the heat of it filling me until it leaked out around his shaft in heavy white streams that ran down my ass and onto the sheets, perfectly framed for the camera and every viewer. He pulled out slowly. I stayed open, legs spread wide, and reached down with two fingers to scoop his cum, holding it up to the lens so the light caught it.

*** The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the entire city of New York without mercy. The night was eerily quiet; even the usual roar of vehicles on the highway was absent. Only the patter of raindrops on the asphalt and the rumble of thunder breaking the pitch-black sky could be heard. In the midst of the downpour, Anastasia stood beneath a deserted city bus stop. She clutched her suitcase tightly, her clothes and body slowly soaking as there wasn't enough shelter to keep her dry.

She took in a deep breath before she finally said, “well my lady, tonight is going to be the perfect night for you to pray about whatever kind of nightmare plagues you, and in strong hopes the gods truly receive your prayers and answer them.” I lifted my brows in complete confusion as I asked, “what do you even mean by that? What exactly is happening today?” She wore a bright smile, clearly happy to deliver the news as she said, “Tonight is the night of the convergence, a sacred night where all the werewolves in this pack gather together to dance and celebrate both the old and the new gods of the pack under the bright full moon, praying for long life, prosperity, and supernatural interferenc

Night had settled over London like a soft, dark velvet, smoothing out the jagged edges of the day. The city hummed faintly beneath them, the distant rumble of traffic, the occasional flash of headlights cutting through the dark streets, and the muted conversations drifting from open windows. From the balcony of their penthouse, Amara and Liam watched the lights flicker, each one a tiny promise in the vast expanse of the night.

It was River. “What the hell?” I answered his call. “Huh? You told me to call you,” River said. “Why did you leave me last night?” I said in frustration. “Who were you with last night? Gosh, my headache sucks! We still have a hangover,” he said on the other line. “You’re useless,” I said in frustration. “Calm down, lady Sam. Why are you so mad? Did anything happen to you? Where are you?” he asked me, his voice sounding like he was still so sleepy.

Wet sounds filled the dark room. The orgasm hit me hard and fast. My whole body shook as muscle spasms rushed through my belly and legs. I squirted heavily, soaking the sheets beneath me. A loud moan came out of my throat and echoed off the walls. I lay there for minutes, breathing heavily as my heart beat wildly for the night to come