Wet Dream Novels & Stories

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as the warm spray of the shower rained down on me. My whole body felt alive, buzzing with nervous excitement, like I had butterflies fluttering in my stomach that refused to settle. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was the night. Tonight I was going to give Cole something he had only ever dared to whisper in a drunken haze. Tonight, his secret fantasy would finally come true.

I moan loudly and opened my eyes. I was panting with desire and was embarrassed to see my underwear was soaked. "Damn! what kind of dream was that?" I asked breathlessly. It was a wet dream. I'd just had a wet dream about a man who was treating me like crap? Being locked up was definitely turning me crazy.

Lila's POV Sleep pulled me deep after the pool house frenzy, body heavy and sore from Jax's rough hands and that belt tying my wrists tight. The guest room was dark, quiet, Mia snoring down the hall like nothing burned hot next door. I drifted off fast, dreams fuzzy with his cock stretching me, dirty words echoing. But then pain. Sharp sting low in my belly, hot and deep, yanking me awake in the night. Eyes flew open, blurry in the moonlight.

Luka Stuttered, cleared his throat a few times before taking a deep breath and said, “Well, I had this dream. It was an intense dream about a blonde haired female who I don't know, but I know she is not my mate. In the dream she had her hand on my Manhood and she was doing these intense movements on it, with it, to it, whatever it was, I enjoyed it very much. Her movements increased in speed and caused me to shudder and moan and loose control of my body and excrete a sticky white liquid, but the entire process was so primal and heady and felt so pleasurable. Then I woke up and realized it was a dream, so when I got out of bed to get some fresh air on the balcony, I noticed that my thighs wer

Violet I had a dream. But this time, it wasn’t about my family. It wasn’t one of those harmless, sentimental dreams that left me waking up teary or nostalgic. No, this one was shamefully different. Because this time, my body was trembling, the sheets clinging to my skin. My pulse was racing like I’d just run miles, and heat was pooling low in my stomach. It took me a moment to realize what had happened. A wet dream. What twenty-four-year-old woman has a wet dream? you might ask. I had no answer. And this wasn’t even the first time.

His body trembles endlessly as I devour him, he tastes so, so good I want more, I want to unravel him and watch him come undone in my hands I want- Brrrrrrrrrrr! A shrill sound echoes in my ears. I gasp as my eyes fly open, my heart hammering widely against my chest. I groan as I sit up, my body aching. I look down at the source and my mouth falls open as I stare at the wet spot on my boxers. Did I just have a wet dream? Yes. About Aiden?! So it would seem. So then what does that mean? It means Eli that you want to fuck your new found best friend and also you’re definitely not straight.

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

I kept my eyes locked on the lens the entire time, talking directly to it, to them, to my boss, to whoever was staring at their company monitors in shock and unwilling lust. “He’s so much bigger than my ex,” I gasped between thrusts. “Fills me so deep I can feel him in my stomach. Look how stretched I am. Look how wet. This is what you get when you call a woman cold in bed. This is what real want looks like.”

"What's the matter, my love? Did I do anything to hurt you? Is Eseosa fine?" She just clung to me with a fervour that took my breath away. So I held her for a few seconds until she disentangled herself and turned round to face me. "I'm scared, scared that I'll wake up and all this would be just a dream. You, our baby, your love, your care. Never leave me, okay. Promise you'll never leave me, no matter what happens, promise me." Her eyes were two fevered orbs as they stayed on me.

Goddess! My breath catches as I shift, and that’s when I feel it. A sticky wetness on my stomach, pooling between me and the sheet. Shit. My face burns as realization hits me. I had a wet dream. About them. About Zahra and Tobias. Shame floods me, hot and suffocating. How could I? What does this even mean? For fuck sake, how old am I?! I’ve not had a wet dream since I was a damn teenager, and now this… them?!