Wet Dream Novels & Stories

Then— I JERKED AWAKE My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, like I had been drowning I pressed my thighs together hard. I was still dripping wet, folds slick and swollen from the dream that had felt so fucking real. It was a dream. Just a dream.

My scalp buzzed with the pressure of his hands and just as he dove down into my waiting mouth A loud pounding filled the air. Instantly cutting off my pleasure, and slamming me right back into my bed. Disorganised, scattered. My eyes snapped open. Pulse racing, throbbing, echoing in my ears, brains everywhere. The loud pounding still in the air. One glance around me, and I realised just then what happened. I was dreaming. A wet dream. About Eliot. "Jesus Christ, what kind of sick person are you, Serena?!" I screamed at myself. Touching my soaked and dripping panties. The wet spot underneath my ass, right on the bed. My breasts all on display, nipples erect and

He just had a wet dream. "Shit!" He cursed as he jumped off the bed. His briefs were soaked up. The last time he'd had a wet dream, he was nineteen. Now, he was having wet dreams of Roxanne riding him in his office. Roxanne wasn't even in the mansion. Why was she affecting him this much? He quickly grabbed the sheets off the bed. He checked his phone it was five in the morning. "Fucking Monday morning!" He cursed again as he packed up the sheets to the laundry. He had a cold shower afterwards to calm himself down. Every little thought of Roxanne takes him back to his wet d

My body reacts to his voice with unmistakable fear and… This is embarrassing but… it seems my sexual urges were awakened, by the same man who keeps showing up in my dreams. Every time, after I dream about him, I wake up only to find my panties soaking wet. God, what is happening to me? Suddenly, a fierce determination washed over me like an ice bucket splashed over my head. I need answers. Grabbing my phone, I open my browser. I officially begin my search by typing in random searches about dreams, glowing eyes, and anything else that might give me a clue.

“Yes, Dad. With the dreams last night, I am very sure he is a vampire, and I even had a vision but not like any of the visions I have had in the past, which rolled into the dream. If this is a new power, I am not sure I like it.” “Honey, maybe because you are half human some of it is like how our visions happened for us. I remember waking up in cold sweats, erotic dreams, and uncontrollable emotions.” Her mother popped back into the conversation. “Vampires don’t have dreams normally or have the sweating issues like that either. Your poor mother had to deal with those, and I believe this was a side affect of her being human.” “Oh, Honey! Those were so difficult and until I was able to jump yo

Why is that? I am falling more and more...what is that? ...love. “ARES! GET YOUR ASS UP!” Shouts my father from the other room as he busts through my bedroom door. I jolted awake, rolling and falling face-first on the floor beside my bed. I sat up looking around, realizing I was no longer in the sanctity of my own dream. My shorts were soaked...again. This is the second time this week I’ve had a wet dream about the same woman. It’s really starting to annoy me. Luckily, my father doesn’t notice anything other than the fact that I’m still in bed.

When I pulled them away, they weren’t red; just warm and a little sticky. My face turned an even brighter shade of crimson as I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Turning, I let out a soft gasp when I saw the small wet spot where I had been laying. Had the dream really been so intense, so realistic, that I had managed to have an orgasm in my sleep? If the tingling in my fingers and toes was any indication, then I must have; and all at once, I felt utterly ashamed. It wasn’t that the idea of a wet dream ashamed me. Wet dreams were common, especially among pregnant women with all those hormones raging

It looked just like Cassie's; all meaty and delicious looking. Unwilling to take a chance on running into either of them I stripped then climbed into bed and just called it a night. My sleep was plagued with graphic dreams of both my sister and my mother. The next morning I woke with a start unsure as to what was wrong. Glancing over at the clock on my nightstand I saw that it was only six-fifteen. Groaning I turned on my side and discovered what had woken me. I was laying in something wet. Throwing the covers off I looked down and saw it was a puddle of sperm. I almost laughed out loud. Shit, I'd had a wet dream, something I hadn't had in a long while. Climbi

Gripping her nape, I tilted her head back, forcing her throat to stretch, her body arching instinctively. A whimper left her lips, soft, broken, as her legs pressed tightly against my hips. Then I felt it. Heat. Pressure. My body stiffened as thick and liquid coiled low in my gut. My breathing stilled. The sensation was unmistakable. I was wet. Slick. Did I had a wet dream? The hell. What kind of dream does that? I lifted my head, my breath uneven, my body rigid with the remnants of something I didn’t understand.

, my eyes shot open and I moved my blanket to see my boxers were wet and sticky I had a wet dream about Kathy. “Fuck”