Romans & histoires Wet Dream

, 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”

I sighed when I heard the door close to his room and felt the painful throb in my core. * * * I woke up an hour later, gasping as I controlled my breathing, when I remembered my wet dream. A crazy wet dream. My body was thrumming with desire as I felt the familiar dampness in my underwear. I tried controlling my naughty mood and pressed my thighs together because my dirty mind had another idea. It was well past twelve. Ethan was probably asleep by now.

"So tell me. Who is this young fellow you are thinking about that made you go so hot in bed in the middle of the night? " She grits her teeth and fiddles with her fingers looking down embarrassed. "You don't have to be scared to talk to me about it, Amelia. It's a normal thing. It's not really bad to have a wet dream. It actually shows you are a human. if you don't, i don't think I'll be able to have peace of mind." She says and Amelia can't help but chuckle a little bit as she pats her head playfully. Mrs Thompson examines her for a while with love.

Finding me being surprised, Jamie repeats, whispering, “I said, I had a wet dream.” My eyes widened, “A-about what...?” Jamie clicks her tongue, “What can a wet dream be about? Having sex of course.” Oh dear. I know Jamie is starting to trust Henrietta more and more, but I never expected that she would be so honest to tell her something embarrassing such as having a wet dream. And about that wet dream, will it be that sex we had last night? Trying to look like I have no single idea about what Jamie is talking about, I remain calm and act innocent, “I never knew some

His warm mouth had circled my breast, sucking, licking, gnawing until I was dissolved in a pool of dripping wetness. I brought my fingers down slowly between my thighs and sighed in confusion when I felt a wetness down there. Was it a dream? Was it real? I really didn’t know. I shook my head vigorously in a bid to shake out the vivid scenes from the wet dream I was previously having of Mr Hades and sighed dejectedly when instead they chose to replay repeatedly in my head. It shook me to the core, igniting a special warmth in the depth of my soul, and somehow, in a deep twisted part of my heart, I knew I wanted it.

I guess the only thing still holding me back is that I'm a little scared. But my god! The way he makes my body feel! That feeling between my legs is getting out of hand so bad I'm fantasizing about us all the time. I've had wet dreams about him, and they feel so real that… God, I'm getting excited just thinking about him like that.

Raven I was having a wet dream. Again. This time I was gripping something that felt like a concrete wall between my legs, rubbing my soaked pussy against it, desperately rolling my hips for more. It felt good. So good. Better than anything I managed on my own. Not until I woke up. The realization hit me slow, the way sleep peels away in layers; first the warmth, then the friction, then the sound of my own quiet breathing, and then the full devastating weight of what I was actually doing. My eyes flew open and found my stepfather’s eyes already on me.

I was no longer paying attention to the sex video that was playing on my laptop. I became so indulged in my own imagination that I forgot how many rounds of masturbation I went through and how many times I reached my orgasam. When I became tired I closed my eyes and saw Mr Winchester eating my pussy and kissing my starved lips, I couldn't help but moan because of how vivid everything was. "Aurora, what are you doing this late in your room? It's already 10 in the morning!" My mother's sharp voice woke me up and I realized I was having a wet dream and that I'm naked, while my wet bed sheet was soaked by all the cums I had during the dream. Rubbing my half closed

I began, my voice shaking a little at first. “It started about a year ago and it just keeps getting worse. I get these waves of uncontrollable arousal all the time, even when I’m not thinking about sex at all. My pussy just starts getting wet, really fucking wet, like I’m in heat or something. Sometimes I’m sitting in class trying to focus on a lecture and suddenly I feel it start dripping down my thighs. I have to excuse myself and run to the bathroom just to wipe up or change my panties before it soaks through my clothes. And the wet dreams… every single night. I wake up humping my pillow like a desperate little slut, sheets completely soaked underneath me,

He nibbled my clit and I came with a shattering scream “Atlas!” And then I sit up in bed. Sweat clinging to my body. A heat I couldn’t ignore between my thighs. And. What? Shit. An entire wet spot on the bed. First time having a sex dream, and a wet one at that. I wipe my forehead and check the clock. Fuck! My driver will be here in 20 minutes. I don’t even have time to shower. I rush to the closet to get dressed for the day. I can’t disappoint him.