Wet Stories Novels & Stories

A world filled with stories that feel dangerous, emotional, addictive, messy, sexy, heartbreaking and impossible to put down. And honestly? I think this might become my favorite era as a writer yet. So please support Claiming His Bride (Sinful Collection) the same way you’ve supported Wet Dreams even before the copycats. Make sure to add it to your libraries, leave comments, scream at me when I traumatize your favorite characters, and come lose your sanity with me 😭🖤 We’re just getting started and I promise you am giving you all the best version of writing you’ve never seen. I know we started wet dreams a little messy and rough around the edges but this one this one will be the best one ye

He kept stroking the cracks of my wet cunt with the knuckle of his index finger. “I want to touch your clit,” John said, “tell me you want me to sink my fingers into your hot pussy.” My body throbbed with excitement. “I want you to sink your finger into my pussy.” John slid his fingers into my pants, spread my pussylips, and began playing with my clit. He kissed me again, as he stroked my clit, and moaned into my mouth. Without a warning, he shoved two fingers into my hole, sending shivers up my spine.

I ignore it. It vibrates again, and I finally turn myself over. My hands slide over my eyes as I pick up my phone, licking my dry lips. “Throatgoat, you're about to go live on X-hub.” The message sent sparks of shock to my brain, making the throbbing increase. X-hub is a pornsite for girls who make blowjob videos and it's the worst place for a girl's video to be on–she’ll be tagged a pornstar for life.

I’m gonna fuck her endlessly, I’m gonna dominate her, and I’m gonna fucking sure to make her pregnant with my seeds. My hand roams around her soft body until I reached her underwear. She moaned when I inserted a finger and damn! She’s so fucking wet! I cursed and bit her neck. “You’re so fucking wet, lady. You want this so much, huh? You desire me so much…” It was all true. With her wetness, I assume she had never had a release that shook her whole life yet. I bet not only his boyfriend’s cock is small, huh? He doesn’t know oral sex either?

I think we were both becoming boring. I started watching p**n on the nights that my husband was out of town, after putting the baby to sleep. I watched every type of p**n I could find, but my favorites were wives getting knocked up by strangers. I also found erotic story websites and couldn't keep out of the slut and hot wife sections. I found that after living the life that these stories portrayed, I would get very wet and have to go to my room and take care of myself. After a while, the videos began occupying my dreams. One morning I woke up after a crazy sexy dream and texted my husband.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.

Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives.

we got Wet In The Rain Of Love. •••••••••••  •••••••••••••••• Guys its completed now. Now no more updates of witrol ... You won't believe but there are few drops on my phone screen . I am literally crying and there is kind of heavyness inside me. I really can't say anything right now. I will be posting "witrol and me" in which I am gonna share everything.

(Author wanted to write a fantasy of abandoned souls and empty shells of hollow carcasses but the author is lost in a different world of his own thoughts and nightmares, he has a regret of being wrong at the edge of the clearest right opted path that he had pave for the truth and ended up with a lie of being good, but he is the worst of his own creation of any character and in every emotion that he felt but after the time has passed, he suffered like a shooting star and created a hinge in the depths of his stoned heart). That kid was still crying (I hate the screams that they make while crying, tears are acceptable) and a pack of wolves heard his little noises. I'm not cruel, I just enjoy th