Wet Novels & Stories

A W K W A R D. He stared at her and not in a way that made her panties wet and her body fuzzy. Not in the way that promised of sinful pleasures that involved his nether regions and her nether regions. His gaze was anything but appraising. It was a cold, calculating gaze that was looking to break her resolve.

"Pops its ok , i promise " So we spend the next few hours with me getting my butt kicked, i was getting so frustrated with constantly being on the floor then pops accidentally kicks sand in my eyes,i brush it out but i am fuming and as i stand there with my hands clenching pops and Jerry look behind me with wide eyes so i turn and see a giant ball of water has arisen from the sea and is swirling menacingly, wait did i do that? I move my hand to the right and the ball speeds in that direction then i do the same left and again the ball goes where i want it so for the final test i zoom it over to Jerry and pops and splay my fingers outwards as if to release the ball, Jerry and pops splutter and

Thea stretches her hands out and I sit on the boardwalk and dip my feet in before grabbing it. The water is cold, perfect for the weather. I hold on to Thea while I steady myself on the donut. “There you go. See, it’s not that hard.” Joey starts to splash water around. The others join in. Hours go by and we’re all having the time of our lives. We race back and forth in the water, splashing around. Thea dunks me in the water and I lose the floaty, I get her back when she least expects it. We water-joust with me on West’s shoulders and Thea on Joey’s. I lose, multiple times, but it’s fun nonetheless. We don’t know how long we spend in the water but we drain every single drop of energy we have

I gasped, as he stayed there, feeling my muscles tighten. “Wet.” His eyes darkened instantly. That was the response that I was waiting on. I wanted him to feel how wet I was just so he could know just how much I wanted him. I wanted that to be his comfort. If I wanted him, it meant that he was doing something right. He brought his hand out, bringing it up to his face as he examined the clear fluid on his fingers. I dropped my head low, suckling his fingers and the juices that covered them. I know where I’ve been, I know what I’ve done. I take very good care of myself and was not afraid to lick off my juices. I tasted light salt.

he asks me. I can’t imagine this billionaire who is used to having other people wait on him hand and foot getting me anything, but I am thirsty and could definitely use some alcohol to help me relax. “Sure…” I say. He crosses to a wet bar and comes back a moment later with a nice red wine. “This should pair nicely with your dinner.” I take the glass, and our fingers brush against each other slightly, sending shivers down my spine. I almost spill the glass. “Thank you,” I manage. Braxton Merriweather smiles at me, and I feel like my insides are catching fire.

She showered afterwards, allowing the gentle spray of water to rinse her carefully shampooed dreds. Afterwards she dried herself, and made sure that each golden tress was devoid of water. Then she reapplied cotton balls and secured them with another doo rag. She stared at her naked body in the foggy bathroom mirror and suddenly felt drained…and something more. It wasn't even night, yet she felt as if she'd been up for days. And warring with her fatigue was a need that Troy's earlier words had awakened. 'I'm sorry Juicy. It's been so long since I've been touched…'

Her wetness driррing frоm her аѕ thе need for relief bесаmе аll соnѕuming. "Please"She whispers from hеr раrtеd liрѕ like аn unсоnѕсiоuѕ chant аѕ a flush deep rеd соvеrеd hеr chest. . She wаѕn't еvеn ѕurе еxасtlу what she wаѕ asking fоr but the dеmаnd was real.

she called back sweetly. He shook his head with a grin plastered over his face. “Have fun?” Blakeney inquired, drawing attention back to him. He nodded. “Yeah, sorry we’re late.” The older man waved him off. “We saw Christian,” James stated, “and he’s definitely the element of water.” Blakeney was curious and showed it. “You know this how?” “He called a wave to him. Then he made it change direction with only a touch of the water.”

I heard running water coming from the bathroom, it was then I noticed that Derek wasn't in bed with me, I got out of the duvet that covered me as my feet touched the white marble floor, and before I could take any step, he came out of the bathroom with his hair dripping water , he had a towel round his waist and a towel on his neck which he used in drying his wet hair. When our eyes met , he smiled at me " good morning my love , did you sleep well?". He asked me. "Yes " I said nodding my head as my gaze landed on his bare chest, his mouthwatering strong abs calling for me to touch them. His strong arms, broad shoulders, I noticed that he had a bird tattoo that

"So. Alpha now. Remember, the human in the room needs more explanations." Hawk exhaled slowly and rolled his shoulder. "Guess I am. I feel it more and more each second. On top of the healing, I swear I've grown an inch or two. Everywhere." Quill leaned into the mop again, one hand still wet from the last swipe. "I would agree with that assessment. Does that make you a grower, not a shower?" Hawk smirked. "Guess so. You like it regardless." Lily groaned and walked into the next room.