Wet Dream Novels & Stories

I felt them all stop all at once like they somehow were telepathically connected and once they all let go of me I coiled as I still had spasms and as I thrashed involuntarily I felt everywhere beneath me was extremely wet like I had peed myself and I instantly I felt myself wake up. It was a bloody dream I sat up in shock as i noticed it was already dawn as light was slowly creeping into the room but what was making me panic was the pool of squirt on the bed. I was so consumed with my wet dream I managed not just to have an orgasm but also someone removed liquid out of my pussy in the process. I needed to take care of it because if Amelie comes in I would be v

sweat is dripping off me as if I just got out of the shower. I reached for the glass of water I had placed on the bedside table earlier.. I finished it in one gulp. What just happened? Thanatos and I? Was that a dream? Or my imagination? But why would I imagine Thanatos and I doing that? Or was I just reminiscing our past? I shudder and shook my head... that's not the case. I guess I'm having this weird wet dream, because I've been doing nothing but sleeping all day.. I should take a walk, it's good for the health.

She later had a good dream where she was sleeping with her big brother. He had done some inappropriate things with her and she enjoyed it. She could not believe that it was just a dream since it felt so real. "Gosh, what's wrong with me?" she whispered after finding out that her underwear was wet. She had read somewhere that girls would get wet when they were romanced by men they love and being wet meant that they wanted to have sex. Did that mean that she wanted to have sex with her big brother?. For heavenly sake, he was her brother and they were not supposed to do such a thing.

I didn’t dare look over my shoulder, afraid God might strike me down then and there. This is the first time this has ever happened to me. Never in my life had I dreamed something so explicit and about the boy I’m supposed to be taking care of. My prayers dissolved into a raging internal debate, my brain cells warring with each other as questions flooded my mind. Why did I have that dream? Is wet dreaming even normal? What does it all mean? I scrubbed my hands through my hair, exasperated. This must be payback for being single my whole life now I was clueless about my own body, let alone… that.

I hope I wasn’t. "Really, well if it wasn’t a wet dream then why are you smiling?" She asks Am I smiling? Why am I smiling? "I’m not smiling." I point out. "You were and why are you so worked up about it? It’s perfectly normal to have wet dreams." She says sitting next to me. I would have considered my wet dream as a normal thing since I didn’t have sex in a long time, but can’t. Richie is in that dream so technically it’s a nightmare; a very horrible one.

Her orgasm made me cum too, and she moved against my dick as if she were trying to milk me dry. - - - - - What the fuck? Why was my bed wet? And then I remembered my dream. It was so fucking vivid in my mind, like it had really happened. Well, part of it did, because I had a fucking wet dream like some stupid teenager. Fuck, it was sticking to my boxers and my fucking sheets. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t just have a fucking sex dream about the wrong person, but in my dream she wasn’t just some random person. I called her my fucking girl. MINE!

"What's wrong?" Kelly, my best friend asked and I gave her a confused look. "You have been brooding all day" she said, worried laced with her voice. "Its nothing, I just" I hesitated "I had a nightmare last night, a very scary one" "Nightmare?" She laughed "is that what's eating you up? She asked. I looked at her not knowing what to say. "Come on, cheer up. You are 18, don't be scared of nightmares now" she teased "its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so.

Maybe this is just a manifestation of her subconscious yearning for romance. Valerie filled her glass again then took a sip, after which she was pensive in the dark. *** While on break at the office, Valerie flipped through several articles regarding erotic dreams experienced by women. There was an article that caught her attention, that sometimes women also experience erotic dreams due to the impulses of their subconscious. It is almost the same as a wet dream in men, it's just that if a wet dream in men is caused by the automatic discharge of the sperm count that should have been released periodically, then an erotic dream in

I fumbled for the switch, squinting as the light cut through the dark. My breath came in ragged, shallow stabs while I sat there, waiting for my pulse to stop drumming in my ears. I didn't want to look. I already knew. When I finally lifted the fabric, the sight made my stomach drop. "Fuck!" Not again. Not another another wet dream. I gripped my hair, knuckles white, biting back a yell that tasted like copper and frustration. I forced myself upright, legs heavy, and dragged my shadow toward the closet to find a clean set of sheets.