Moistmaker

The night

by Moistmaker

Chapter 4 in A dinner party to remember

Scott ends up on the downstairs couch, shirt half-buttoned, legs draped over the side. Not even too just lazyness. Sharon thinks nothing of it until the house is still, the only sound the faint hum of appliances and Robert’s breathing beside her in bed. She wakes to...

Embracing

by Moistmaker

Chapter 5 in A dinner party to remember

Scott with all his bridled testosterone spun Sharon around bending her slightly as he put his fingers in her pussy using her juices as lube for his cock. Sliding down his foreskin wanting that first penetration to be as intense as possible. Sharon looking over her shoulder at th...

Embraced

by Moistmaker

Chapter 4 in A dinner party to remember

Their bodies tangles exploring every inch of eachother. Lips locking, fingers exploring hands groping. Then playfullness turning to intent clothing being removed his top then hers, the danger of their semi naked body being exposed in the kitchen for all to see. Hunger in Scott'...

Water text

by Moistmaker

Chapter 4 in A dinner party to remember

Sharon stays composed after brushing Scott off, but the echo of his touch lingers as she wipes her hands dry. Later, while checking coats in the hallway, she glances toward him across the room. Their eyes meet for a second — his gaze unsure, maybe even apologetic — before he look...

Denied

by Moistmaker

Chapter 3 in A dinner party to remember

Scott leans in, brash and bold, and when his hand skims her side, Sharon steps back. “Don’t,” she says, gently but firmly, placing her hand on his chest. “Not here. Not ever.” The air tightens. His smile falters, unsure if he’s misread the signs or just gone too far. “I didn’t...

Tease

by Moistmaker

Chapter 3 in A dinner party to remember

Scott edges in close, and when he runs a finger along the small of her back, Sharon doesn’t flinch — she smiles. “You think that’s all it takes?” she purrs, turning to face him. Her lips are inches from his, but her body is deliberately out of reach. His eyes flash with hunger....

Embrace

by Moistmaker

Chapter 3 in A dinner party to remember

His hand finds her hip and pauses. When Scott leans in, pressing his body lightly against hers, she doesn’t step away — she tilts her head just slightly, inviting the whisper she knows is coming. “You taste like the part of the night people forget,” he says, lips brushing her ea...

Ignored

by Moistmaker

Chapter 3 in A dinner party to remember

Scott steps behind her, his cologne sharp, words slurred just enough to signal his intentions. "You’ve been stealing the night, you know that?" he murmurs, fingers brushing the edge of her hip. Sharon doesn’t turn. She exhales slowly and dips her hand back into the soapy water,...

Scott

by Moistmaker

Chapter 2 in A dinner party to remember

The party was hitting its late, hazy stride — laughter looser, music softer, the wine deeper in everyone’s veins. Sharon was in the kitchen, sleeves pushed up, rinsing the wine glasses that had started to pile up. Her fingers moved rhythmically, lost in the warm water and distan...

Andrew and Dave

by Moistmaker

Chapter 2 in A dinner party to remember

Robert had always talked about Sharon — how incredible she was, how magnetic, how he was the luckiest man alive. Andrew and Dave had heard the stories enough times to imagine her in vivid detail, but nothing compared to the reality. At the party, their eyes kept drifting to her...

Still friends

by Moistmaker

Chapter 5 in A dinner party to remember

Jordan stood there stunned his balls twitching Sharon's pussy was so tight he couldn't believe it! He went to pull back and thrust in but Sharon moved forwards quickly letting his cock spill out of her. "You have to think about Kayleigh and I know you and you're addictive person...

FEEDBACK

by Moistmaker

Chapter 2 in A dinner party to remember

Feel free to leave any feedback, suggestions etc... This is a work in progress with the skeleton of a story. I am trying to have a lot of options per tree branch so feel free to suggest ways the stories can go. I am trying a new style of writing so leave some feedback on my pr...

Jordan

by Moistmaker

Chapter 2 in A dinner party to remember

The night had begun like any other — laughter, glasses clinking, Jordan’s stupid jokes, Sharon’s slightly-too-loud laugh. Kayleigh was radiant in white, perched close to him at the table, fingers brushing his thigh possessively, smiling too wide at Scott’s crude stories. But Jor...

History made

by Moistmaker

Chapter 3 in A dinner party to remember

The guest room was quiet except for their shallow breaths and the distant murmur of the party fading behind the door. Jordan looked at Sharon with a mix of longing and vulnerability that made her heart ache. “I’m going to ask Kayleigh to marry me,” he said softly, eyes searching...

TOO FAR

by Moistmaker

Chapter 4 in A dinner party to remember

Jordan moved with a reverence, as if committing a secret act that could never be spoken aloud. Sharon’s hands tangled in his hair, anchoring him as waves of sensation built between them. Their rhythm was slow and frantic all at once — a delicate balance of need and res...

Introduction

by Moistmaker

Chapter 1 in A dinner party to remember

The Housewarming. The table was dressed to impress — deep red linens, polished wine glasses, flickering candles. Sharon had insisted on setting it just so, and Robert watched her move with quiet pride as she slid the final plate into place, the soft shimmer of her black satin dr...

Bedroom surprise

by Moistmaker

Chapter 4 in Wife adventures

Shannon was beat. Her day had been a long one. She couldn't believe how much her boss demanded of her, and how little she got in return. It wasn't fair, but that was life, and she knew it. As she lay down on her bed, she felt a sudden pull on her underwear. She didn't know what...

Spare some sugar

by Moistmaker

Chapter 3 in Wife adventures

Shannon’s face was bright red when her husband Conor asked her to go next door to borrow some sugar. Shannon was no stranger to Chris. It was obvious to Shannon that Chris was nothing but a creep and after their last encounter she was sure he would try something again. Shannon h...

Creepy Neighbour

by Moistmaker

Chapter 2 in Wife adventures

Shannon, was just about to throw her dirty clothes into the washer when her creepy neighbour Chris, 35, barged into her house, interrupting her. Shannon’s husband was at work and she was all alone. “Shannon,” Chris started, panting as if he had just run a marathon, “I couldn't w...

by Moistmaker

Chapter 7 in Wife adventures

As if on cue, she saw Jordan stumbling towards her, his wet hair sticking to his forehead and his swim trunks clinging to his hips. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as she watched him approach, her heart pounding in her chest. She sat up, sliding her bikini botto...