Wet Dream Novels & Stories

The smile on their face showed how happy they were. Before they reached the wedding altar, the groom heard a loud sound that made him conscious. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. He reached out his phone and then turned off the alarm. After that, he remembered his wedding dream with a beautiful girl that he never met before. Daniel woke up that morning with a question on his mind, "Who is the girl in my dream?" He wondered.

With that, I shut my eyes and slept. I can't tell how long I've been asleep for, but I suddenly started having wet dreams. This wasn't a normal wet dream where I saw who was touching me. I just felt hands all over my body. I felt a warm palm rubbing one part of my b*obs, while I felt something wet on my other nip*les. I don't know what it was, but it felt like my nip*les were being sucked. I moaned and parted my lips due to the desires I was feeling. Not only that, I also felt my core burn and getting extremely wet.

Am I dreaming? I gasped when a long fingers made its way to my clothed pussy. Flame of lust overpowered my system. My eyes remained closed as I let myself be drowned by the weakening sensation the fingers brought in my skin. The fingers made a circle in my panties, making me moan in pleasure. It was so good. It fels so real. Oh, God. This is normal. I have not had a dick inside me for awhile now. So it is normal to have a wet dreams.

My hands are on my breasts as I moan loud enough for the world to shake around me. My eyes open suddenly as I'm on the cusp of an intense orgasm. I've had sex dreams before and I'm always disappointed when they end. I usually have to roll up a pillow and grind on it to ride out the rest of the wave and cum. But right now... the pleasure doesn't stop. My brain is hazy, soupy from sleep and a medley of hormones rushing through my blood. But I feel warmth between my legs, I feel movement, I hear someone else moaning.

Nightie clung wet, the gown riding up my thighs. I looked down, holy shit. Soaked. Dead center, dark wet patch spreading wide between my legs, fabric sticking there like it'd been dipped. My pussy lips outlined clearly, clit still pulsing faint from the dream. Gosh. Slipping into my body wasn't enough for him, ripping clothes, fucking throat and cunt raw, leaving me wrecked on the floor. Now he's finding his way into my dreams, invading sleep, making me drip like a faucet even unconscious. The bathroom door creaked open. I stripped the nightie off, and let it drop in a soggy heap on tile.

"C'mon, I'm desirable! So fucking sexy, I can be in your dream. A little fetish fantasy or something... You might like it." "Trust me, it was a dick. I've felt it multiple times to know it was a dick, not a vagina." "Okay alright," she chuckled, "So what you think?" I pressed, "Something wrong with me? Anything?" "Wrong with you?" She scoffed, "the way I see you're working perfectly fine! Your body's working perfectly fine and damn you're healthy. Having wet dreams? There's nothing wrong with that, everyone gets those. It's just a way of your body letting you know that ... it's starved."

"Raul, I'm about to—" "Cum for me, Angel," he commanded, and with a shuddering climax, I did. I woke up gasping, my chest heaving, sweat slicking my forehead. A dampness between my legs startled me. Looking down, I saw my shorts soaked through with a thick, milky residue, the bed beneath equally stained. “The fuck?" I whispered, my voice raspy. "Did I just have a wet dream… about Mr. D’Amano? A married man?" The thought hit me like a harsh slap. This can't be happening.

"Daddy?" When I opened my eyes and saw him between my open legs, I said, "Daddy?" in confusion. I softly moaned when his fingers rubbed my slit, which was already wet. Maybe that is the reason why I was having a wet dream about him. I stare at him as he caresses my center, his hands palming my cunt. My mouth opens, but no sound is coming out. The lampshade on my side table has turned on, making my room dim. I can't sleep when there is no light. "Daddy, what are you doing here?" I whispered to him. My mother is sleeping in the other room, and she might hear us.

I felt the cool sheets against my skin instead of the warmth I had experienced in the dream. I sighed and sat up, trying to sort through the range of feelings the dream had brought up in me. My lips curled into a gentle smile, tinged with pleasure, but then reality set in. I had just had a wet dream. I ran to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, sprayed some water on my face, and looked in the mirror.

Emma said, looking at him with a cute pout! "Fuck, I can't stop myself now!" Jake said impatiently and he took out his cock unzipping his pants! "Jake, what are you doing?" Emma asked, horrified looking at his huge manhood! "This!" He said and thrust into her pussy instantly! Emma's eyes shot open and she looked at her surroundings breathing heavily! She looked at her wet shorts realizing that she had a wet dream about Jake and it felt so real and so good! "Fuck! It’s my first time having a wet dream and it was with none other than Jake! What has happened to me? He is driving me crazy! God knows how I fell asleep while reading t