Wet Night Novels & Stories

My fingers were coated, webs of slick stretching between them and Ryan’s cock jumped in his grip when he saw them. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re soaked. Been playing with that tight little pussy while you watched me?” I nodded my throat too tight to speak. “Words, baby. Use them.” “Y-yes,” I whispered but voice sounded wrecked already. “I… I had a dream and a woke up so wet I couldn’t think, then i came down for water and… heard you.” His eyes darkened. “And instead of leaving, you stood in the dark and fingered yourself to me jerking off.”

I make a quick trip deeper into the woods and work out the kinks in my legs. When I come back, I steal a sip of Nia’s whiskey to warm my chest. She stirs in silence. I set the glass on the frosted ground and shove my hands up my jacket sleeves to warm my fingers. It’s a new moon, and the smattering of late November stars fade as we get closer to sunrise. Beyond the fire, black walnut trees loom high overhead, punctuating the stillness of the night with a jarring thump each time the wind knocks an overripe nut free from its moorings.

LATE NIGHT The garden glowed under the soft silver wash of moonlight. Crickets sang quietly in the bushes, and a gentle breeze stirred the leaves overhead, rustling through the night like a whispered secret. A small round table sat tucked beneath the shady canopy of a creeping bougainvillea. Its lantern flickered faintly, casting a warm golden hue over Zara and Regan as they sat together—barefoot, relaxed, wrapped in the stillness of the night.

Just a smear of something dark on the floor that Devon prayed wasn’t blood. That was the last day he worked the night shift. But not the last time the trees whispered his name. ⸻ Present — WildWood, 2:17 a.m. Lucas stumbled through the dense brush, sweat freezing on his skin despite the heat pulsing from the earth beneath them. Emily followed close, limping now. Her knee was twisted, but she refused to stop. “I think I see light,” Lucas whispered. And then — just ahead — a flicker. Firelight.

The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer. Police officers are not usually this handsome and fit. Fuck, I couldn't believe who I was seeing. Bishop! The Managing Director at Wet Nights Club. Wet Nights is an elite club for mostly the top citizens of the states. I've been hearing about Wet Nights and I've dreamt of working at the club as a performer because I heard they pay their dancers very high. But it's not easy to get a job at Wet Nights. Though, it's a popular club but it held a lot of secrets, secrets that shouldn't be

“Wait, it’s afternoon already?” “I wore you out last night,” Dryann teased with a wink. From the window, Gladys groaned dramatically. “Seriously? Get a room, you two! Some of us are hopelessly single out here.” They laughed, and Maxton pulled back reluctantly. “Guess I should make myself useful. What’s all this preparation for?” Dryann wiped sweat from his brow. “Apparently, there’s a full moon festival tonight. Perfect timing for fun, huh?” Maxton’s stomach knotted. A full moon. His heart fluttered uneasily.

His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, sliding down to cup her ass. “You’re so wet already,” he groaned, fingers slipping between her legs. “Fuck, baby… did you miss me that much?” he asked, clearly aroused by how soaked she was. Isabelle moaned as he pushed two fingers inside her. The wet, squelching sound was loud and obscene under the running water. Ethan unknowingly pushed Vincent’s cum deeper into her pussy. “You’re so fucking slippery tonight,” he whispered, pumping his fingers faster. “I’ve never felt you this wet.”

After closing the door, he gently pressed me against it, kissing me with an intensity that left me breathless. My breath hitched as he carefully slipped my off-shoulder gown down my shoulders, his blue eyes filled with unmistakable desire and admiration. "I've been dreaming of this since the day I first saw you..." he whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry, baby. But tonight, I want to make you remember what happened between us that night." A shiver ran down my spine. His words brought back memories of that night. I couldn't remember everything, probably because I'd been drunk.

I say, laying back down closing my eyes. "NO, we are going to that new club that just opened tonight, my new friend got us VIP tickets so we are going. No I don't want to hear it, its a Friday night and like you say you've never ever went out and had fun you wasting your youth making yourself old!

**** It was getting late at night, and the streets were gradually illuminated with neon lights that brought a prosperous and joyful atmosphere to Rose City. On the rooftop of a four-story villa, the chilly evening breeze lifted the hem of a man’s silk nightgown. There was a glass in his hand, and the red wine inside was shaking. The scarlet liquid looked like an abyss that carried endless loneliness. It looked as if there was going to be a heavy rainstorm.