Wet Panties Stories

“Spread for us, Aurora,” he ordered, his palm cracking down on my right cheek in a sharp spank that made me yelp, the sting blooming into heat. I widened my stance, trembling, my pussy exposed and dripping. Kai stepped up behind me, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he inspected me. “Look at her, Alpha…so wet already. This omega's been dreaming of our cocks.” His fingers trailed down, parting my folds roughly, two digits plunging into my soaked entrance without warning. ~ This is filthy, unfiltered, and raw, a collection of steamy werewolf tales designed to make you writhe. Inside, you'll find women bending, moaning, begging, and breaking under the hands and teeth of alphas and betas. From forest dens to moonlit bedrooms, tied up, teased, claimed in every way, and marked with claws and teeth these stories pull no punches. Warning: Dominant alphas, possessive betas, age-gap, mate-bonding, BD'SM, biting, spanking, rough, unprotected, no-safe-word sex, and women who crave submission, marking, and domination. If you’re ready to be claimed, marked, and ravished under the full moon, turn the page. Your alphas are waiting.

“Let’s play a game, little stepsister,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief as he stepped even closer to me, leaving no space between our bodies. “If you win, I’ll do as you wish and let you go.” His lips were inches away from my face. I was afraid that my heart would beat right out of my chest because this was wrong…all of it was. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what you want!” A wicked smirk curved his lips as he whispered, “Fine. I’ll shove my hand down your panties, and if you aren’t wet for me, you can go. Sounds fair?” My heart skipped a beat. Because I lost this game before it even started. *** After her father’s death, Filomena Averette’s life turned upside down because she was now forced to live with her estranged mother and her new husband, the Alpha of the Black Dawn Pack. Her stepbrother, the notorious Jude Trevelyan, was also a part of the package, and Filomena discovered what true hell was like after moving in with them. Jude was known for being a playboy. The fact that he hated her for reasons she didn’t understand didn’t make things easier for her. But this soon turned into a dark, explosive attraction when Jude started looking at her as more than just an annoying stepsister, and when he marked her as his own, that was when things really started to fall apart. Filomena found herself in the middle of a conspiracy that could cost her life, and meanwhile, there was Jude. Sexy. Forbidden. Wicked. Playing games that could ruin everything. What happened when the line between love and hate started to really blur? How will their story end?

She was his first light. He became her greatest shadow. She babysat him. And he fell in love. Years ago, 19 years old Olivia Wilde left behind a child, who loved her in silence, now she works for the man he's become. Fabian Stone is young, ruthless, unreadable and far too powerful. But buried beneath the cold exterior, is the same soul that once sketched her heart on torn paper and whispered promises he never got to keep. She shouldn't want him. He shouldn't still burn for her. But the past doesn't forget, and neither does he. ~~~ "Strip Olivia" he said, his voice dripping of command. I immediately obeyed, like I was programmed to follow all his instructions. My hand reached for my top and I slowly took it off staring him in the eyes. Next was my pants, then my bra, my breasts spilling from their confinement and I rubbed them, playing with my already hard nipples. His eyes were clouded with lust and something else I couldn't read. My hand reach for my panties, slowly taking it off, then tossing it where my other pile of clothing laid. I sat on the desk, legs spread, giving him a show of my already wet cunt. I heard him groan, a hot and sexy groan and I smirked, already proud of myself. I fingered myself, imagining it to be his long, thick hands, I close my eyes, reeling in the moment when his voice dripping command boomed, "Don't cum without me telling you to"

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies . “ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe . I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth . “ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “

When hot dominant billionaire alpha meets an omega in heat,her legs opened that her soaked panties were visible,her smell so sweet he could taste it,one night of hot passionate sex, Dominco Gustavo changes his mind about his no sleeping with omega rules, realizing no alpha in his right mind could resist an omega atleast not one as hot as Nora Payton.

“Tell me, Scarlett. What do you want?” His voice is a growl — low, filthy — fingers teasing beneath the lace of my panties, just enough to make me squirm. “Say it. I want to hear you beg for it.” He murmurs the words, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” I whisper, breathless, my body already arching into his touch, betraying every word I just said. Then his fingers slide into my soaked folds, and a sharp moan escapes my lips. He chuckles. Dark. Wicked. “Then why are you so wet for me?” — All Scarlett Bennett wants after a messy divorce that nearly destroyed her reputation and forced her out of the career she loved is a fresh start with absolutely no complications. Even when she wakes up dazed after a reckless, mind-blowing one-night stand, she tells herself it was just sex. A mistake. A moment of weakness that would never happen again. Until she walks into her new office… and sees him. The man who had her spread across his bed, begging for more. The man she now works for. Lucien Whitmore. Lucien is all sharp edges and sin. He's a Billionaire. Brilliant. Mysterious and every bit as dangerous as he is irresistible. He is everything she should avoid — powerful, untouchable, and entirely too used to getting what he wants. And what he wants… is her. She swore it would never happen again. But when he’s got her bent over his desk, whispering praise in a voice that makes her knees weak, she forgets every reason she ever had to resist him. She’s not just a part of his empire now. She’s his favorite sin. And if the world finds out? They’ll both burn for it.

"This is wrong, professor." She suddenly broke the intense kiss and took a step back from him, her lips swollen due to the intensity of the kiss. "And why is it wrong, beautiful Bella?" He took a step closer to her, covering the distance between them. "This, what we're engaging in, is totally wrong because of our student-teacher relationship," she replied, her voice tinged with anxiety. "And you seem to be forgetting the fact that I'm also your mate!" He said as he unexpectedly lifted her and placed her gently upon his desk. "So, my dear Bella, what were you saying?" he teased, his right hand subtly finding its way beneath her ebony gown. "Professor, what we are doing is totally wrong." She replied. "Are you sure we shouldn't be doing this?" He smirked as he shifted her wet panties and delicately introduced two fingers into her moist core. Rather than offering words, she emitted a soft, involuntary moan as he began to rhythmically move his fingers in and out of her in a deliberate, tantalizing manner. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop." he whispered seductively, his fingers intensifying their movements, causing her to throw her head back in pure ecstasy. "I.... I fucking want it!" she finally admitted. * * Bella, a university student and aspiring writer, had longed to find her soulmate since she turned eighteen. After years of waiting and believing she might never have one, her fate changed when the charming and attractive professor, Blake, arrived at her university. To her delight, she discovered that he was not only her professor but also her destined mate. This marked a turning point in her life, and soon, she found herself deeply in love with her Playboy mate who had a different objective in mind.

Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my stepbrother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

🔥 Dark Sex Confessions 🔥 A sinful collection of taboo, dominant, and dangerously hot stories. Warning: 18+ only. --- “Is this what you wore to distract me, sweetheart?” he asked, fingers trailing up my inner thigh beneath the flimsy excuse of a skirt. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you walked into my office dressed like that.” I bit my lip, heart racing. “Maybe I just needed some... extra attention.” His chuckle was dark. Dangerous. Desperate. He pushed everything off his desk with one sweep, pulling me forward so my legs dangled open in front of him. “You’re about to learn your most important lesson,” he said, sinking to his knees between my thighs. “How to beg properly.” His mouth met my soaked panties, tongue pressing through the thin fabric until I gasped, arching against his face. He groaned like a man starved, ripping them aside and licking into me with a hunger that made me cry out. “God, you’re so wet for your professor,” he growled between licks. “Dripping for the man grading your papers.” My fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue lashing me like punishment and reward all at once. My thighs shook, heat building fast and deep. “Come for me, right here, right now,” he ordered. “And then I’m bending you over this desk and fucking every A+ out of that tight little body.” And I did. Exploding on his tongue, moaning his name like a filthy prayer— Knowing this was just the beginning of the most sinful semester of my life.

“Look at you trembling in my arms when I haven’t even done anything to you. I’m sure your pussy’s already made a mess out of your panties down there, hm?” My thighs rubbed against each other, trying to soothe that aching spot between my legs I hadn’t even noticed till he brought it up. “Want me to check?” His mouth was by my ear again, tongue flicking out to lick the shell while his dirty words vibrated against the delicate skin of my neck. I shook my head no. “Then tell me, baby. Let me know. Are you wet for me?” I stifled a whimper and shook my head again. “You dirty liar,” he growled, tasting the skin under my ear, tongue lashing out deliciously. “The next time you lie to me I’m going to bend you over the nearest surface and spank the truth out of you.” *** Alessio Castelli is Manhattan’s most successful billionaire. I never expected him to know about my existence let alone invite me to be his personal cook but that’s what happens. I’m determined not to fall for him because he’s an arrogant playboy who never misses a chance to remind me how I’m not his type. But somehow, he begins a game of seduction and I fall into his trap, growing feelings even though he’s way out of my league. He uses me for my body while I fall in love with him and I know heartbreak is inevitable, the worst thing that can happen. But I’m proven wrong soon enough when a previous lover comes back into the picture and claims he’s the father of her unborn child. Who will he end up choosing?