Wet Secrets Novels & Stories

Bernadette shook her head with pursed lips. “This was one of his biggest accounts and as you can see from the files, all confidential. He kept this one close to his heart so I don’t know much apart from who to contact to set up meetings. All that information you’ll find in your emails.” Aria bit her lip knowing that she had her work cut out for her, but nodded and thanked Bernadette before she left. “Okay, let’s see what we have here.” She picked through files till she came to one that was labelled “Memorandum Of Incorporation”.

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After a long day of cleaning the house and getting things ready for the return of my husband, Randy, I decided to get a quick shower before he came home. Walking into our massive master bathroom, I lit a few candles as I turned the water to my liking. While the water was heating up, I stripped out of my clothes before stepping in and letting the warm water run down my curvy, petite body. After washing all the shampoo out of my hair, I heard the shower door open. Turning around, I was met with the ice-blue eyes of Randy.

She tried to come up with different schemes to drive a wedge between Blake and Samantha, but nothing seemed to work. One day, while snooping around Samantha's room, Veronica stumbled upon an old diary. As she read through it, she discovered that Samantha had a dark past, filled with secrets and scandal. Veronica realized that this was her chance to expose Samantha and break her relationship with Blake. Veronica started spreading rumors about Samantha, making sure that the right people heard them. She also left the diary in a place where she knew Blake would find it. The diary contained some very personal details about Samantha's life, and Blake was devastated when he read it.

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

he mumble to himself as he stood up from the bed. Whitney saw Jimmy on her way out and ran past him, she doesn't understand why it hurts like hell that he was keeping secrets from her. She wants him to trust her, she wants him to confide in her. What's the point of being married to him if he won't share his secrets with him? She ran into Tia's room and watched her sleep peacefully. Babies are lucky, they don't fall in love, they don't get heartache, and they don't fight with others. All they do is eat and sleep.

Tell me how wet you are for this stranger who just bought you. She pauses, a hint of doubt flashing through her features and for minute I think she's going to back out but I watch her right thumb ghost over her clit as her eyes shut tight. She slides them down, parts herself more, then starts the first circle. Her hips roll up to meet her hand. “I'm so fucking soaked,” she whimpers at the contact, like she's crying for more. “Can you see how my juices drip down my thighs and I've not even got through the second—”

It looked even more gigantic than I had first thought, and I felt my throat go dry as I swallowed hard. "I'm the new secretary, sir," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Today is my first day at work. And when I heard someone coming, I panicked and hid under the desk, sir. I didn't mean to... I wasn't trying to look at your huge cock..." The words spilled out before I could even stop them, and instantly my cheeks burned hot enough to scorch. Am I serious right now? Why did I even say huge? But deep down, I knew I wasn't lying. It was truly enormous, just looking at it.

"Mike, please don't tell Luke about my marriage." He frowned, gripping the wheel. "Did you bully you? Argh. He was a cold fish back in school. If he doesn't look out for you, I'll go deck him." "Just don't tell him," I repeated. Mike grinned, not thinking much about it. "Forget that. We're going to the biggest zoo. You'll love it." "A zoo?" I blinked. My college research was zoology. Animals were my weakness. Once we got there, I saw my favorite alpine ibex and got so excited that I soon lost sight of Mike. As I searched for him, my nose bumped into a solid chest.

I picked it up, stuffed it in my pocket, and walked to the restroom, more like stumbled. I shut the door and sat on the toilet lid. Pulled my knees up. Pressed my face against them. I stayed like that for a while. Quiet. Then my shoulders started shaking. I didn’t even notice the tears until my sleeve was wet. I wiped my face fast, but more kept coming. I gave up trying to stop it. I placed a hand over my mouth, trying to stay quiet. My shoulders shook. My throat hurt from holding in the sound. Breathe. Breathe.