Wet Dream Novels & Stories

I am still coming, thighs shaking, a quiet whimper escaping my lips as the last waves roll through me. Oh my God. I just had a wet dream about Tristan. And I masturbated to it without even realizing. My face burns with embarrassment. My heart is still racing. I pull my hand away slowly, feeling the wetness on my fingers. I can’t believe I did that. I didn’t even know I was dreaming until the orgasm woke me up. Fuck.

His tongue dipped down the cup of my bra and his hand massaged the other. "Brian, I need to tell you something,” the words rushed out of me, “I wa-” before I could complete the sentence, I woke up startled in my bed, my inner thighs soaked. Jesus Christ. I had been dreaming. It hadn't been just any dream. It had been a wet dream. That too about Brian. Dear Lord! I needed to cleanse myself with holy water. Something was really very wrong with me. I rushed to the bathroom to clean up after myself. While rinsing my legs, I thought back to the dream. I had been very close to telling Brian the truth. The entire truth.

Damn it! But following that bittersweet realization of the dream, I could feel a damp sensation deep down on my undies, which caused a frightful shiver to run down my spine. I couldn’t muster the courage initially to lift my quilt, but when I did so…indeed, my trouser was soaked wet near my groin. Oh God…did I just get a wet dream…at this age? No...Hell No! I don't want to check down below, fuck! Someone…please tell me if I am still dreaming… Please... But no, I could vividly feel the pain when I pinched my arm this time! Holy shit!

Most importantly, who is that woman? It felt real. The feel of her skin, the softness of her lips, the wonderful sounds she made when I pulled her, the velvety voice that teased me to my arousal... For Goodness' sake, why did I have a wet dream? I'm just twelve, turning thirteen! It was my first time dreaming something like that. Surely, I am not into that stage of my life, right? At least, not yet? I am still so young to be even thinking of that! Maybe it was just a fluke. I did not even think About things like that.

I bite down on my lips so hard as the flames burst through me. A loud pleasured scream escaped my lips as I opened my eyes panting heavily. I glanced around the space to realize that I was actually in the bathtub and the water had turned cold. I must have slept off. How is it that I am having wet dreams in the midst of the turmoil that I am faced with? The cold water sank into my skin all of a sudden jolting me back to the present. My wolf growled in revolt. I got up from it and dried my body. I am so deprived of everything at this point.

She wasn't thinking about how wrong it was and she doesn't care as well. . . . If was about 4am in the morning, Stephen woke up and began to feel something strange happening to his body. He just woke up from a wet dream. Though this wet dream was different because he woke up and was still getting the feeling. His dick was hard and he was feeling something moist and warm around it.

She jolted awake with a gasp. Sweat dripped down her body as her chest went up and down, trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks burned as she realized she just had a wet dream for the first time in her life. And to make matters worse, her mates weren't in said dream. She was having a wet dream about another man, she felt ashamed and appalled. Releasing a tired groan, she rubbed her thighs together and noted in embarrassment that she definitely climaxed in real life. Cum dripped down her thighs and she felt a deep blush crawl up her cheek.

I found her neck in the heat of the moment, my teeth, grazing her skin, tasting her scent, the salty flavour of her sweat and bit down hard, marking her once and for all. Her scream of ecstasy pushed me over the edge and I cradled her to me as my orgasm shot out of me and exploded inside of her. I gasped, sitting awake and looking around my room, stunned by the darkness and silence. Wet dreams. Fuck! I ripped off my covers, bundling them up into a ball, just as my 5am alarm rang off. I took a very cold shower, holding the shower walls for support. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.

All I wanted to do at that moment was to cling to him and never let go. ~ End of the first dream ~ I jerked up from the bed breathing heavily. It was just a dream. Just a dream... But it felt surreal. How could I have dreamt something like that? This is the first time I had a wet dream in almost 3 years. I’m not supposed to dream those types of dreams. Especially not about him... First, he invaded my mind... Now my dreams? I need to stop thinking about him. ASAP. I looked at the clock which was ticking, it was the only noise being made. 12:54 am.

we ended up in a position with his tip about to enter me and just as he did. I woke up heaving and breathing heavily, with my sheets soaked “no no no you can't be having a wet dream and of all people Ares” I screamed at myself internally, I touched my panties and I was freaking soaked “fuck this can't be happening” . I got up from my bed and went to take a cold shower, after I was done I checked the time and it was 7:30 . I had to start getting ready , I didn't want to be late.