Wet Stories Novels & Stories

I moved forward impulsively. Our lips met, and it unleashed everything. She pressed hard, her tongue toying with mine. I felt my pussy getting wet—something that never happened with any boyfriend. But now, liquid was trickling out of my cleft onto my jeans. Our lips met, and it unleashed everything. She pressed hard, her tongue toying with mine. I felt my pussy getting wet—something that never happened with any boyfriend. Liquid was already trickling out of my cleft onto my jeans.

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.

Wait, why is it that I think I've already heard about them before? Ah, I think White told me about them! Were they really the shady people he mentioned. I mean, they were definitely shady, but Lilac didn't look like she was against them. In fact, the aggressive seemed like a protective parent. Still, even if she's suspicious of me, there was no reason to push me like that. I went back to our room and saw Scarlet singing a song with White. They looked like they were really enjoying themselves. Scratch that, I meant to say Scarlet looked like she was enjoying herself.

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

“As well as an old man can. These bones ache a bit. Would you mind helping me sit up?” I helped him into a sitting position, and then we began our usual routine: a bath, a shave, fresh clothes, a few jokes, some food, and brushing his hair. The old man loved to talk. He told me stories about lovers from his past, his broken hearts, and even his visits to brothels when he was young. “You were quite the ladies’ man, then?” I asked, grinning. “Oh, lass, every young woman begged to share my bed.”

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

Rome firmly groped her ass and caressed it even though it was still covered with her panty. "S-stop—ahh!" She suddenly moaned loudly when Rome's hand touched her pussy and traced her slit. "Ahh, you're already this wet. You wanted me this much, Cassandra?" His voice and the utterance of her name only made her wet even more. And Rome seemed to know that as his grin widened as he continued to trace her damp slit. Cassandra couldn't hold back anymore. She has completely lost herself. She looked at Rome lustfully. "Fuck me, Rome. Fuck me like your own whore." She said helplessly.