Wet Dream Novels & Stories

Finally registering my surroundings, I looked into Liam's eyes again, my eyes widening as I gulped, the realization settling in. I just had a wet dream. About my sister's ex. Oh my goodness. I just had a wet dream about my husband. Well, shit.

There was someone beside me, dressed in gray pajamas, and I was gripping his prominent member. I blinked, a wry smile crossing my lips. In my twenty-one years of existence, this was my first experience of such a dream. Was this what they called a wet dream? But it didn't seem like it because I couldn't recall anything happening in the dream— 'Sh*t! Why is it hard? Why is it warm?'

When Eriol said sweet dreams, I honestly hoped to have one. But, it definitely didn’t cross my mind that this was what it would bring me. I woke up in the middle of the night gasping... desperately inhaling for some fresh air. Yes. I had another dream. A WET dream so to speak. Only this time, I felt it was a continuation from the one I had last night and it remained vividly inside my head.

She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had. Letting out a slow breath, she smiled and moved back onto her pillow. So it was only a dream. Did it really matter? It’s not like she was with one man and dreaming of another. Nope, no man had been in her bed in a long time. He could have stayed a bit longer, though, she thought with a smirk. “Happy dreams for me,” she whispered and closed her eyes again. ~

I’m a proud member of a group of people called NBSB NBTVM or no boyfriend since birth and the society of Never Been Touched Virgin Mary. Do I’m frustrated and desperately in my mid-thirties age huh? That’s why I am having this weird dream. When I woke up and remembered all my dreams that were so obscene I suddenly looked at my underwear. Liquids are coming from my femininity of course I already know what kind of liquid it is. Only now have I experienced such kind of dreams, wet dreams I suppose. So, I quickly got up and took a shower. I still can’t get out of my mind the man in my dream.

“But you’re dripping more now. The risk makes you wetter, doesn’t it?” Yes. God, yes. The orgasm built like a tidal wave, unstoppable. Her hand slipped under me, pinching my clit hard. “Come,” she commanded. “Squirt for me. Soak this holy bed.” I shattered—body convulsing, walls spasming wildly around cock and tail. Wetness surged out in powerful jets, drenching the sheets, splashing against her thighs with audible wet slaps. I bit the pillow until fabric tore, muffling screams that wanted to echo through the dormitory.

I could feel the warmth in between my legs and the moisture that had slowly spread through my sleepwear. My nipples were taut… another tell tale sign of what I had just had. A wet dream. The room was still dark, my body ached in places that I didn’t want it to. I felt different from the usual desire I had that I needed Aiden to quench. This was real hunger… like I had been parched and someone finally dropped a couple of droplets down my throat. My throat was indeed dry and my heart was racing. The dream had been so clear. So vivid.

He wasn't the man in my dream. Was it because he was smoking hot? That's why I had that kind of dream? This is the first time it has happened. Most of the time, my wet dreams are the men I am fantasizing about. They would have a face in my dream that would make me more wet when I wake up. I shook my head. I want to come clean today. I removed my tight small shirt and my panties. Mostly, I walk around the house naked and Sarah has no say about that.

I thought running my hands through the place I had guess It must be the spot I stood up from only to discover the place is wet also and has something whitish and thick. I don't even understand myself at all, did I have wet dreams or I masturbated in my dream while sleeping? I thought wondering in my mind how possibly could I be having wet dream when am not thinking about Maxwell or even horny before sleeping which I wasn't. No one must get to know about this else I will or might be mocked, I thought rushing down to the door then locked it in a double way before rushing down my bed. I instantly pick up the bedsheets and blankets

His eyes were wild with raw lust. He kissed me. He bit me. He pounded into me... "Ah!" I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My heart hammered in my chest. I was completely soaked between my legs. Damn it. I just had a wet dream about him. I sat up. My legs felt like jelly. The dream felt too real. Frighteningly real. My throat was dry. I went downstairs for water. Walking past the living room, I heard voices. Ryder and his pack buddies were still awake, drinking and chatting.