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Wet is a collection of seven stories full of kinky surprises and twisted fetishes, with a touch of the supernatural, and wild, consensual sex. Startled, Arun looked up. There she was. Looking between his legs. Then moving quickly to look him straight in the eyes. She just stood there, watching him.
She touched his face. He felt himself get a little hard. He wanted to touch her. Her large, luminous eyes were impossible to look straight into.
She looked breathtakingly gorgeous as she sipped from her almost empty glass. He could smell her perfume. It was delicate, intoxicating, mixed with her smell. She seemed a little high. There were a fair of party drugs circulating outside. The woman just smiled. She smiled her devilish smile at him. He grabbed her hair and moved her face closer to his. He could feel her breath on his. He moved her hair to one side. He stepped back to look at it. This chick was truly crazy. This is all the foreplay I get today? The rain had reduced to a little more than a drizzle. They stumbled out of the window and into the garden, giggling like teenagers, moving down the beautiful walkway, deep in nonsensical conversation.
All around them the drizzle made everything smell pretty. The entire scene glowed with a rain-kissed light. An Uber pulled up as soon as they got off the walkway. Maya mumbled an address to the driver. He just wanted to get there. He looked at her. Her pink lips glowing in the streetlight. He kept staring at them.
Without warning, she pulled him closer and put her tongue in his mouth, her long, brown hair dancing wickedly over her shoulders. Arun enjoyed the kiss. She picked on his lower lip, biting and teasing at first, then gently worked over his upper lip, tugging and nipping. His fingers cupped her face as his other hand grazed across her breasts. She moaned lightly. She liked putting up a show.
Arun grabbed her lower back to pull her in, his fingers tracing the dragon tattoo, trailing the tail into her dark ravine. Maya laid her head back on the seat. Arun enjoyed watching her chest rise and fall. His fingers tickled her lower back. The Uber pulled up outside a modest building.
Tongues and bodies entwined, they stepped off a graffitied elevator into a long, dim, impersonal hallway. Arun pinned her against the wall, kissing her deeply. Maya used three keys to unlock the door to her apartment. Inside, the curtains were pulled shut.
The sound of the rain seemed louder than before.
Arun was so close to exploding, it was almost unreal. Maya seemed more Stories to turn me on ease. He gave her right breast a firm squeeze as his lips pulled on hers before biting down on her neck. Maya blushed. His hands kept exploring her curves. She felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands grasped her hair as he backed her up against the French window. In the darkness, it felt surreal.
Arun had access to all of her. She wiggled out her T-shirt; the delicious strawberry falling to a heap on the floor. He played her like an instrument, strumming each chord to a perfect rhythm. Maya wiggled out of her jeans and kissed him again, deeply. She was already undoing his belt. Her hand roamed hungrily inside his jeans. Slowly, then all at once, she grabbed him.
Outside, a truck flashed its headlights as it drove past, throwing their obscene shadows behind them. In between the flashes of light, their glistening bodies pushed each other into the kitchen. The granite slab was strewn with dishes. Another car passed by. The flash revealed a bottle of bourbon on the counter. Arun grabbed the bottle and took a swig from it. Maya watched it trickle out of the crook of his lip and licked it. He pushed her back until she was sitting on the granite slab in the kitchen. She purred like a tigress on heat as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled at his hair.
He looked her deep in the eyes—something about her was different from any of the other women he had encountered. She seemed more aggressive. She pulled his head towards her face and began to devour his lips. His hands thrashed at the used, empty utensils that crashed to the ground along with some tin cans and glasses. Their voices echoed around the room. She was hungrily biting him. She pulled off her racy red underwear and rubbed it against his face. She smudged his face with the fragrance from her juicy bits—to him, it felt like a wet Stories to turn me on. Her hands travelled to a drawer below her.
In the moonlight, he could see the metal of a knife shimmer. A quick slash and his shirt was down on the floor. He marvelled at her madness. Her love for sharp, shiny objects was turning him on dangerously. He felt a hot flush run through his body. She used the knife to trace the outline of his erect penis that was bulging out of his Calvin Kleins. He felt the cold metal through his underwear. He felt every ridge and nerve pop as the metal grazed over his penis. Arun grabbed her and kissed her. Her nails dug into his back. She was fading into him, kissing him like a wild animal. She bit the side of his neck, kissing him harder.
She unhooked her bra and pulled down the last piece of clothing on him. His throbbing penis popped out and he slammed it deep into her. She arched her back, grinding her hips into him, her breasts bouncing freely, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He pulled her back, his eyes narrowing, his face scrunched in a snarl.
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