Wetting Novels & Stories

I resolutely proceed with my purpose, leaving the comforting embrace Upon entering the bathroom, I reach out and flip the switch, instantly flooding the space with a soft, comforting glow. The sound of water rushing fills the room as I twist the shower knob, causing the droplets to come alive and dance against the smooth porcelain surface. Gradually, a veil of steam begins to rise, transforming the atmosphere into a dreamy haze that wraps around me like a warm embrace.

I whispered, the words barely audible, a fresh wave of wetness flooding my core. That was all it took.

Suzanne whispered as she continued her inspection. A rainfall shower, the size of a small car, stood encased in glass, promising a deluge of warm, invigorating water. A discreetly placed control panel allowed for adjustments in temperature, pressure, and even aromatherapy infusions. Soft, plush towels, monogrammed with the owner's initials in silver thread, were neatly stacked on a heated rack. A small, waterproof screen, embedded in the wall, displayed a constantly changing stream of abstract art, a silent companion to the bathing experience.

Perhaps, I should start referring to Synn as the mother of Wet Nights, because what the hell? “That's…” I wanted to compliment her but she immediately cut me off even before I could say the word. “Creepy! Yeah, I know. But it made me who I'm today. Shemika, one thing you must know is that Wet Nights will build you, it'll restructure you, and if you're not careful, it'll change you entirely…don't lose yourself while at it?” Synn's voice suddenly dropped low like a mother sharing some secret tips to her kid.

The door swung shut behind them and the sound of the hallway disappeared. The Wet Room was different. Brighter. White tile from floor to ceiling, wet with condensation. A wide bench in the center, padded with vinyl. Shower heads on the walls. A full-length mirror on one side. The air was heavy and damp and smelled like soap and sex. They were alone.

I spread subtle, his toe teasing my wet folds. The pool later that day? That's when it got wetter.

"You're so wet." "I need you, Joel. If you don't want to do it here, let's go somewhere else, but I'd be fine lying right here on the ground. We both have waited long enough. Let's do something we want that our wolves will also agree to." He pushes my panties out of the way and uses his finger to rub me.

Yes, he's a dirty talker. The night we had together some months ago, Chase spent half of it whispering dirty things in my ears as he fucked me hard and fast. I still can't forget. Thinking about it right now, I'm so turned on. My nipples are already hard and Chase notices it. 'Cause he smirks. " You're wet." Chase wraps his arms around me as he pulls me closer. I don't bother to pull away. Cause the more I tried to fight the feelings and avoid him, it gets worse. I find myself thinking about him every single day. And I even touch myself with his image implanted in my head. This isn't working as planned.

I’d do some more digging up on him. “Do you get it now?” I turned to Violet, noting the animated expression on her face. To think something as mundane as discussing whether or not water was wet could intrigue her this much. “If I agree with you, would you stop your debate?” She shook her head. “Just agreeing isn’t enough. You need to solemnly swear that I’m absolutely right.” I sighed, unable to hold back my smile. “I solemnly swear that water is in fact not wet. Happy?”

A W K W A R D. He stared at her and not in a way that made her panties wet and her body fuzzy. Not in the way that promised of sinful pleasures that involved his nether regions and her nether regions. His gaze was anything but appraising. It was a cold, calculating gaze that was looking to break her resolve.