Wet Secrets Novels & Stories

Egbami (help me) She rushed to his messages and saw several texts erotic messages from the same contacts. She was shivering so bad as she moved to the W******p and saw some more dirty chats. Would you drop by quickly and I am getting ... thinking about you ... Oh, ... I hope you have rested as you will need all the strength you can find .. I’m tired of flirting over the phone. Let’s continue this in person, I can’t wait to be in your arms… If you can guess what color my panties are, then I’ll give you a surprise when you get here….

“You’re supposed to be working. Not staring at your ward’s underwear.” “Ward?” he sent back. “You stopped feeling like a ward the second you asked me to teach you how to fuck.” The words hit hot. I squeezed my legs tighter, breath shallow. Another text popped up. “Tell me you’re not wet right now.” I was. So wet it was embarrassing. I started typing back—“What if I am? What would you do about it?”—when Sophia’s hand shot out and snatched the phone from my lap. “What’s got you grinning like that?” she asked, already tapping the screen.

He pulled down my cotton shorts and buried his face inside my already wet pussy. The shock of his tongue—hot, wet, and incredibly skilled—made my hips buck off the mattress. I stuffed a handful of the pillow into my mouth to keep from screaming. He was relentless, his tongue swirling around my clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth with a rhythmic suction that had me seeing stars.

I want to see how wet you are. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of the white dress. Slowly, agonizingly, I hiked it up, exposing my bare hips and the damp, glistening slit of my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties... I never did for Big Daddy. I reached down, sliding two fingers into my folds, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound that echoed through the stream. "Mmmph... I'm so soaked," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck instinctively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you."

She was already soaking wet. “Fuck… you’re dripping,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Mom… you’re so wet.” Victoria moaned softly as his fingers rubbed her swollen clit. “Yes, baby. I’ve been wet for you for months. Every time I see you shirtless or in those tight sweatpants, my pussy gets like this. I touch myself thinking about your cock inside me.” Leo’s fingers pushed inside her slowly. Victoria’s back arched, pushing her breasts against his chest. “Ughhh… Leo… your fingers feel so good inside my pussy…”

It Runs In The Family Thalia What the actual fuck???? Thalia was making her way through the dream scape, throwing her secret message around like fucking confetti when she sensed something so alluring she knew it had to be some kind of gift from the gods. It was warmth, it was like chocolate fucked peanut butter then rolled in Carmel, sex on fire. It was a hum that made her toes curl a bit. So..she ran to it. not walked but...ran. She could hear things more clearly now, she was stepping into somewhere new, and somewhere new had a deep husky voice mumbling something, grunting quiet moans.

Because what in the world was that? The talk show hosts were discussing a scandal involving Chris. My heart raced as I leaned closer to the TV, my eyes glued to the screen in disbelief. What could they possibly be saying about him? They were not speculating but were talking about an affair with their full chests. “Mr. Kinsgton is not only a successful CEO, Susan, he also has a very good sperm count,” The blonde one joked. “Right? Imagine being pregnant for a billionaire? For a freaking Kingston?!” The one called Susan squealed. “Meghan did her thing and I am proud of her. But also jealous, don’t forget that,” She added and they laughed.

she whispered, pressing her thighs together. She glanced at the clock. 9:15 a.m. Her mom was leaving soon. Ava slipped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. She ran a hot bath, sinking into the water with a soft moan. Her fingers trailed down her body, circling her clit as she replayed the dream. She came quickly, biting her lip to stay quiet, imagining it was Damon’s tongue instead of her own fingers. After bathing, she chose her outfit carefully, a tight pink crop top that hugged her breasts and showed a strip of her toned stomach, paired with tiny denim shorts that barely covered her ass. She wanted to feel sexy today.

The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation. They screamed…a raw, unholy sound that defied the silence of the convent, a collective release of pent-up desire and forbidden sin. Their bodies convulsed, their orgasms hitting them like a tidal wave, waves of pleasure crashing through them, shaking them until they were gasping for air, their skin slicked with sweat and shame and glorious, unrepentant lust. They lay there for a moment in the silence that followed, three women bound by a secret that would stain their souls forever, the Reverend Mother atop the Claire a queen among her subjects, their heartbeats slowing in the dark of the office.

Sienna is already awake beside me, scrolling through her tablet, her face grim. "What's happening?" I ask, sitting up. She hands me the tablet without a word. The headline is from HUSH DAILY, a major online publication. One of those sites that sits somewhere between journalism and gossip. TECH BILLIONAIRE'S DARK SECRET: THE WOMEN SHE BUYS AND BREAKS By Daniel Ross