Wet Mouth Sounds

(Test to read. I don’t like reading om docs) A wandering swordsman, a man who belongs nowhere, arrives at the kingdom of Spurcius, the bastion of miracles, looking for a way to make money. But, he was rejected again and again. Just as he felt as if he was stuck in a hole as it rained, wet, shelterless, and penniless, he was pulled out by a strange woman. He is offered an irresistible offer, an eccentric red ticket, a way to make easy money, while also having the bonus of becoming the future king of Spurcius’ sword. Accepting this job meant inviting death as a partner in a dance, one wrong move meant he would dance with death forever.

Cultivation is hard? Seriously?! I Cultivate by running my mouth!

Nikki Wilds lives for indulgence. A supermodel with a taste for life’s darkest pleasures, sex, money, and drugs, she doesn’t play by anyone’s rules but her own. But when her wild streak lands her in trouble with her former boss at an exclusive casino, Nikki is given a dangerous proposition: seduce a high-profile lawyer, extract secrets about some critical papers, and walk away a millionaire. The job sounds simple enough, except for one thing, this lawyer can fuck, and he’s not playing fair. Damien Ray is more than just a top-tier lawyer and CEO; he’s a predator in the courtroom and the bedroom. Stoic, brilliant, and painfully bored of perfection, Damien is a man who likes control, until he doesn’t. At thirty-five, he’s ready to ruin his parents’ suffocating expectations, and Nikki Wilds is the chaotic, irresistible fire he wants to tame. He doesn’t just want her body writhing beneath him; he wants her broken wide open, craving him, belonging to him in every wicked, filthy way. When lust becomes a game of domination and seduction, Nikki and Damien find themselves locked in a battle where every touch, every kiss, and every thrust becomes a fight for control. And when their dark desires collide, their obsession threatens to destroy everything around them. In the end, who will own who?

"I think am in love with Ishtar's husband," Nadia Browne said suddenly, and it sounded like a joke to her best friend Sonia.

Jasmine Carter pressed her back against the cold stone wall, her breath shallow, her heart hammering violently in her chest. The dimly lit warehouse smelled of rust and old wood, the air thick with the scent of something far worse—blood. She barely dared to peek past the crates stacked beside her, their shadows swallowing her small frame. But the sounds... God, the sounds were enough to paint a vivid picture. Thud. A strangled cry followed—a raw, agonized sound that sent a shiver down her spine. Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stay silent. How many times had she heard that already? A weak, broken voice whimpered, “P-please… I-I’ll do anything. Just don't kill me I have a wife and kids". Silence stretched for a moment. Then, a voice—smooth, patient, almost kind. “Then start talking.” Jasmine knew that voice. The man standing in the middle of this bloodstained floor, the man coaxing information from his victim as if they were sharing pleasantries over dinner...That man was Lucas Salvatore. And she he was her crush

Overnight, the world's common sense changed. But then... "It's common sense that erect penises are cared for with wet pussies, right?" "Customer, shall I milk it for you? Or would you like to milk it yourself?" "We promised when we were young! That I'd become your ona**le!" This is more enjoyable than I thought? Harem | Erotic | Incest

"Yeah, yes, just keep going, I'm almost-" I heard a boy scream. Who the fuck moans loudly like that? I doubt the dick is that good for him to scream like that. I make my way towards the particular door, navigating through several people, some passed out drunk. Tipsy and nosy, I forcefully open the door to see Rex, the guy I imagined as a nerd, serious and asocial, giving handjob to Jess, my supposed friend. Of course it's not a big deal, we weren't dating. The problem was that I had a crush on him and we just kissed a few mins ago. Jess turned towards me, his face twisted in pleasure as he came. A cruel smirk then appeared on his face as we maintained eye contact. I left. That was the last time I saw Rex. A year later, we ended up in the same university, same Faculty, same street, same apartment, next door neighbour. -------------- "I bet you have wet dreams about me." he smirks, taking a sip of his drink making that 'ahh' sound annoying people do after taking a gulp of their drink. "Shut up Rex, you're not sexy or attractive enough for me to have wet dreams. So shut up and take your stupid drink inside with you." I said, going inside my room and slamming the door shut. I lied, Rex was attractive and sexy enough for me. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Their story started a little from A CHANCE AT LOVE but can be read as a stand alone. I'll explain their backstory here but there's no harm in reading A Chance at Love right? Enjoy!

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

a young man is suddenly thrust into a new world out of nowhere a world he could only dream of before with magic, kingdoms and a bit of technology how will he use his new found power in this new world will this world change for the better or worse can he break the habits and emotions that have become ingrained into his very being or will he be consumed by them plunging this new world into chaos

Priest Alexander, how good is your printing? Princess Vivian said seductively with only a piece of white clothing that covered little to none of her sinful body. Alexander was shocked by the sight in front of him, looking at the woman who was one of the most beautiful, No! She’s the most beautiful woman in the Empire, but because she never made an attempt to dress up so nobody has ever seen her shine this brightly. Now looking at her with water dripping from her body like the sea pearl, her flamboyant red hair like that of burning fire, and her perfectly seductive body still wet and still carrying the freshness of a rose petals shower. Looking at the way she is wet from head to toe with the room filled with the scent of rose with water dripping from her body, gives a kind of allure that makes it hard for any man to resist her. She’s currently looking like a seductress, No!, She’s a seductress because she’s currently doing what is seductress does, seducing a priest. Vivian had an heart disease since the day she was born, since she was young, she spent most of her life lying on the hospital bed, denying her the joy of living like every other normal child. The only way for her to escape the reality that haunts her and the pain she goes through is by reading novels, watching movies, and following celebrity gossip on social media, but what becomes of Vivian when she suddenly dies from over-excitement and is transmigrated into a novel as her favorite character who was the villainess, and probably the most naïve and innocent villainess ever.

Cara Davies is a young lady who thinks she's hopeless and unlucky finding love, she has never experience true love and hopes she does soon, on the other hand there is Victor Michaels, who got heartbroken in a terrible and unexpected way and vowes he will never fall in love again... These two meet and what does fate has install for them? Read to find out more. . . .

Imagine waking up in a video game world that you play, it must be a wet dream for fantasy lovers. But this time it's not a wet dream, it's reality. A young man named Wim must find a way back to his world by completing the main story and getting the 'True Ending'. Assisted by a floating automaton named Art, together they will try to survive in a world filled with monsters, magic, and conflicts between kingdoms combined with Steampunk elements

Waking up in a hospital with a broken leg and a splitting headache was bad enough. But being trapped there as the world collapsed? That was something else. It started small. A patient down the hall coughing—a wet, ragged sound that never seemed to stop. Then the whispers between nurses, the frantic pages over the intercom. By the time the first screams echoed through the corridors, it was already too late. The infection didn’t start today. It had been building, spreading, hiding in plain sight. We just didn’t see it—until the doors burst open and the blood began to flow. I was awake for all of it. I heard the gurgled cries of those who couldn’t run. The ones who tried to fight. The ones who turned. I smelled the decay before the bodies even cooled. And when the world outside finally went quiet—when the sirens faded and the streets emptied—it felt like nothing was left. But survival isn’t just about escaping. It’s about something more. I don’t believe the world ends just because the rules change. I don’t believe we’re meant to scatter and die alone. Because even now, in the ruins of everything we built, there are still people out there fighting, surviving, searching. And as long as we remember that, we have something left to fight for.

The once arrogant king of the wolf tribe fell to the human world due to an accident. Coincidentally, she, who was on a mountain climbing trip, saved him. She was witty and eccentric, and specialized in dealing with scheming women. He fell in love with her, and so did she. He hugged her from behind, and she said, "It would be great if I could have a werewolf as my boyfriend." "Why?" "Because demons have great magical powers, and a wolf has only one mate in its life." He smiled and held her even tighter. He loved her deeply... She loved wolves, but dared not get close to him because he was a werewolf... She unfortunately fell off a building. He, regardless of everything, used the speed of a wolf and rushed desperately to save her. For her sake, he lived up to the image of a devil in people's mouths who ate people without spitting out the bones. His mouth was full of blood, and she cried. He left. To this day, she still can't forget the look in his eyes when he, with blood in his mouth and looking half-wolf, half-human, looked at her with tears in his eyes before leaving. Their eyes met, both pairs filled with tears.

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

And she spoke, “So many of you are so ignorant. And so dirty. And evil. I will be upon your lives while you use my words. My sounds. My actions. You really are nothing. Less than anything. Babylon. You stole from me. Cut me. Bled me. Mock me. I’ve had enough. It’s time for the truth in the world to know whose word it is.”

Sanya Malhotra's life was torn apart when she was forced into a marriage with Aarush Rathore, a man whose heart had turned to stone. Aarush, consumed by hatred and vengeance, blames Sanya for the destruction of his family and the loss of everything he held dear. To him, she is nothing more than a symbol of pain, a reminder of his suffering. But in his cruel grasp, Sanya must find the strength to survive the torment, the cold indifference, and the relentless cruelty that he unleashes upon her. Yet, beneath Aarush’s unyielding anger lies a heartbroken man, unable to let go of a love he lost long ago. As they struggle through their forced marriage, Sanya’s resilience begins to chip away at the walls around his heart. Despite his bitterness, Aarush finds himself drawn to her—her unwavering kindness, her quiet strength, and the depths of her pain. Can love ever truly bloom amidst such hatred? Or will their brokenness tear them apart forever? In a world where love and revenge are tangled in a web of emotional turmoil, their story is one of redemption, regret, and the power of forgiveness. A story of two souls lost in their own darkness, fighting for a light they may never find.

Elena Vasquez knew professionalism was key, but nothing prepared her for Adrian Blackwood—the brooding, wheelchair-bound heir with a filthy mouth and a sinful smirk. He’s supposed to be her patient, off-limits in every way, but the tension between them is anything but clinical. Trapped between duty and raw desire, Elena knows one wrong move could cost her everything… but resisting Adrian? That might be impossible

The Sound of Death is the first book in the Maleficarum Verse, a dark detective story laced with supernatural and mythological elements. Set in the eerie town of Blackmere.

A girl named Serena Leo, who is an upcoming model finds herself in a complicated marriage with Jaden Hanks, a popular Playboy who is bent on making her suffer mentally and emotionally. *Wedding Night* The moment Serena stepped out of the bathroom in a white robe and her long black wavy hair dripping wet. She was shocked to see Jaden sitting on the sofa and the same time happy to see him ready to drink the wine she left on the table. Jaden raised his head to see Serena smiling with her head slightly bowed. "Who brought the wine, his calm voice was heard which made her halt in her steps. "Actually my mom bought it as a present for you , she said with confidence. " Really, so are you gonna tell me what you did or you prefer I take care of your parents, he said in a dangerous tone. Serena silently stood there watching him pick up his phone and ready to make a call, she was thinking of what would become of her parents if he actually takes care of them and she broke out in sweat despite the fact that the air-conditioner was on. "Wait, she said without looking directly at him and he placed his phone back on the table. "Closer, he said and she moved forward. 'Look at me , he said in a dominating voice without breaking eye contact with her. "Wanna say something, he asked in a calm voice and she nodded slightly while shivering. 'Um....I..um....., I tried to find the right words to use but I kept stammering. "Yes go on, I'm listening, he said. I finally gathered my courage and said at once. "Actually, I put three times the dose of sleeping pills in your drink, I said. 'Why ?, because you wanna avoid the wedding night, he said and licked his lips seductively. "Lemme see how you avoid it then", he said and suddenly stood up, pick up the glass of wine and gulped down the entire wine then he gripped Serena's hair and kissed her making her gulp down almost the entire wine in his mouth. The Moment Jaden kissed me, my eyes widened in shock I wasn't expecting it and I couldn't push him away for fear of the consequences , so I just obediently drink the alcohol directly from his mouth.........to be continued. *Hurry up go download and start reading*

Long ago, when the world was on the brink of collapse, a group of children were sent to the realm of the gods. There, they bonded with powerful Eikons and returned as saviors, bringing peace to humanity. The shrine maiden calls it a noble sacrifice, but to me, it sounds like they were just thrown away. Worse still, one of those children was a boy offered up by his own sister. Did he resent her for it? Did she ever look back with regret? No one speaks of what really happened between them.

Long ago, when the world was on the brink of collapse, a group of children were sent to the realm of the gods. There, they bonded with powerful Eikons and returned as saviors, bringing peace to humanity. The shrine maiden calls it a noble sacrifice, but to me, it sounds like they were just thrown away. Worse still, one of those children was a boy offered up by his own sister. Did he resent her for it? Did she ever look back with regret? No one speaks of what really happened between them.

D*mn this world isn't my world but am I the son of a duke of the kingdom it sounds good. Or bad. Join me on my journey to find out how it ends

Xun Ruiwen, a reserved art student, renders the people around him while keeping his own life carefully obscured. However, as he lays down the features, they never seem to settle into place. Hua Ruoyan, a laid-back saxophonist who was born with a rare condition and steadily worsening eyesight, notices his struggle and intervenes with his own unorthodox methods. Guiding Xun Ruiwen’s careful hand across the planes of his face, their demonstrations unfold into something closer to creation. As they spend time together, Xun Ruiwen begins to see as Hua Ruoyan does; through sound, through touch, and eventually through emotions. And when Hua Ruoyan asks to draw him, Xun Ruiwen realizes some portraits can only be finished when you let yourself be seen.

She wakes up to a ceiling. The smell of earth and wood, the sounds of nature, and the comfort of a bed. And to a color she had never seen before. Not to nothing... She isn't supposed to be alive. "What..." (This novel is very confused on whether it is a fantasy, or a sci-fi... But it sure does love film noir and it's sub genres.) ♤

In 2080 the Earth has changed, the reality became fantasy itself, System??? everyone have it!! Patrick has been reincarnate on a familiar yet unfamiliar earth, he was given a second chance where he can achieve his own fantasy. I know it's sounds cringe but guess what it's more than that, ehem!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️ NEW AUTHOR + MINOR = TRASH FFF/SSS FIRST NOVEL + BASIC ENGLISH = MTL ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ The novel WILL START in 2080

On a Halloween night, while all children are trick or treating. A man inside his house is experiencing abnormal changes to his body. On his mouth his teeth are starting to look more sharper, the pupil on his turn into slits, and the most astonishing change is the bat wings on his back. He scream as he feel the pain on his body, but his screams are drowned by the halloween night.

The light of dawn lingers just beyond reach, the fading glow of the setting sun long replaced by darkness. In the mist-shrouded city, hidden within the shadows of ancient churches, veins clinging to cracked walls, the gnawing sounds from the sewers, and the whispering figures that lurk in the dark… A lantern-bearer walks alone through it all.

She is one thing I will call divine,is that the right word or should is say she was only meant for me and me alone. The first day I set my eye on her at that club I was really captivated,she is naive, looking innocent and I want to have her all to my self. Her voice was like heavens and it send shiver down to my spine,I wanted her,I wanted to keep her all t my self,Pearl that name was lovely it came out of my mouth like a hot flow. The sound of my name in her mouth turns me on like a fucking pervert, God know it I will do anything to have her all to my self but no everything look easy as it seem cause it all turned upside down when she became my step sister. I was happy but not fully cause this way I can't have her but nothing is going to stop me from having this pretty little kitten. Even if it is having an affair with my step sister secretly I will have her either ways,if that all it takes.