Wet Novels & Stories

Damien asked me as he took my hand in his. I hesitated but only for a minute. And decided why not. We was just having fun. It was innocent. We danced and talk. Shared laughs. Just enjoying each other company. The later it got. The drinker we got. After about three bottles of wine, i was ready to call it a night. I stood up from the couch. "Goodnight, Damien. This was fun." I told him. "Goodnight, Shunshine. Thank you for letting me be here." He replied.

He grabbed a pair of shorts before pointing to a white drawer under a bunch of dresses. "Those are swimsuits. Pick which one you like. I'll meet you in the water." He walked out with his shorts, shutting the door behind him. I rummaged through the swimsuits. I pulled out a yellow flowy top and connected to it was high waisted white bottoms covered in sunflowers. I pulled it on and walked out into the room. Diesel was under the water, his black hair floating around his head. He came up to the surface. His hair stuck to him and water dripped down his jaw to his chest. His eyes found me and widened, a smile on his face.

She squinted at the clouded sky before closing her eyes, feeling the rain slowly soaking her dress. Nick pushed her face close to his chest, shielding her from raindrops. He felt a familiar warmth spreading through his insides as he stared down at her. Her eyes were closed and lip slightly parted. Some raindrops sliding down her flawless skin. She looked serene. Without him knowing, his lips curled into a gentle smile. He wasn't a fan of drenching in rain but with her, it felt like a welcoming adventure.

"my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?" "Our hidden firework stash in the barn" "Yes," Acre says with a big grin, I can feel the excitement radiating off him, his wolf Forest is jumping around with excitement and Abyss my wolf he's just as excited, he's tipping at me. All of a sudden I feel Acres excitement deflate and Forest is on alert, Acre has frozen staring at the t.v. screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear

He crouched down to clear the glass pieces scattered around the floor. "Shit!" He cursed when one shard pierced his finger. He lifted himself up slowly and plodded towards the bathroom, careful not to step on the splinters of glass. Neal put his wounded finger under the flowing water. It stings. He hissed in pain and searched the cupboards for the first aid, but it was nowhere to be found. He sighed and looked at the wound. His throat also felt dry. Maybe if he could find the kitchen he can get some water and a bandage or something? Neal nodded to himself and exit the bathroom. He hesitated for a moment before opening the door, the hallway was empty.

Perhaps, I should start referring to Synn as the mother of Wet Nights, because what the hell? “That's…” I wanted to compliment her but she immediately cut me off even before I could say the word. “Creepy! Yeah, I know. But it made me who I'm today. Shemika, one thing you must know is that Wet Nights will build you, it'll restructure you, and if you're not careful, it'll change you entirely…don't lose yourself while at it?” Synn's voice suddenly dropped low like a mother sharing some secret tips to her kid.

The shock of the cold water hitting my skin was like a slap in the face, but it was a welcome reprieve from the overwhelming heat that had consumed me. I stood there, swaying unsteadily as the cold water cascaded over me. The buzzing in my head began to subside, and the sensation of something scorching inside me slowly receded. The water was my lifeline, my only escape from the turmoil in my mind. Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours; time had lost all meaning. I remained under the shower, not moving, not thinking, just letting the water wash over me. The coolness was a balm to my tormented soul.

Jace whispered, stepping back up to the table, his own length hard again and glistening with her fluids. "And the quarterback always gets the final play.”

I follow him silently. Near the exit, behind a huge door, a beautiful room with a hidden pool fills the place with calm. I don't know why there's absolutely no one here-just clear, crystalline water that intoxicates you with its beauty. Sam stops at the edge and slowly takes off his shoes, then his shirt and pants. I thought he'd take off his underwear too, but apparently he's becoming polite. I can study his back under the mischievous rays of sunlight reflecting on the water and the marble statues. He has tattoos there too. Suddenly he jumps into the water. His hair falls in wet strands over his forehead, and he invites me to join him.

He rubbed frantic now, sliding along my wetness, teasing the entrance without entering, the friction making us both shudder. I arched instinctive, ass pressing back, showing the size, long, girthy, making my pussy clench empty. "Fuck.. Lila, so wet," he gasped for air, one of his hands grabbed my hair to turn my face, his lips were on my neck, dropping wet kisses going down to my shoulder, he was sucking really hard. Liquid pleasure was flowing through my veins at a lightning pace; I grabbed the sink with my hand, a soft moan escaped my mouth as his dick rubbed harder against me, slightly opening