Wet Dream Novels & Stories

His face has always been blurry but what he makes me feel are so clear and long lasting that my body is hyper all day. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent storm of my emotions, I am a 21 year old, why should I be having wet dreams like a hormonal teenager? It would have been a little bit better if the character in my dreams was my boyfriend Stefan, but no, it's a stranger.... someone I've never met... WTF is wrong with me. I swing my legs off the bed determined to forget my dreams like i always try to every day. I remember the sketch waiting in my office for me to work on and smiled, today will be good. I go until my walk in closet and picked an

Not again. These dreams were becoming too real and detailed. His breath, his lips, the warmth of his hands… everything played too clearly in my mind. “How do you stop yourself from having wet dreams?” I typed into G****e. The answers were ridiculous. One said exercise. Fine. I would exercise until the dreams gave up. I changed into my sportswear and rushed out, only to slam into someone hard. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. Before I could step back, he pinned me to the door, completely pinning me in place. His nose skimmed my neck, inhaling sharply like a predator scenting prey.

It was just another dream, or perhaps a false awakening. What the fuck was that? A false awakening? The remnants of the dream lingered, leaving me bewildered and strangely aroused. Despite my room being fully airconditioned, I was sweating really badly. Ugh, waking up from that dream was a confusing mix of frustration and disbelief. I mean, seriously? A wet dream about her? The woman I can't stand? It's like my subconscious decided to play a cruel joke on me. I spend my waking hours irritated by her, and now my subconscious decides to torment me in my sleep too?

Waking up from a wet dream with the man I've been fantasizing about for two nights now, I had to bite my lip when I slid my hand into my underwear and realized how wet I was. My legs shook from the contact of my middle finger on my slit, shivering from the sensation of pleasure that coated my sensitivity. Since the night I met the man whom my family wants me to marry, I've been unable to have my normal dreams. All my mind has is his face, his domineering aura, and the thought of him unbuttoning his shirt just for me on our honeymoon.

“Oh my! I am cumming, Ethan, my moans filled up the room, I heard him growl and a few more thrust. We both reach our peak, I feel his seed released inside me. I woke up feeling breathless and puffing hard, everything was a dream The way he touched me How is hands roamed my body His lips left me in a blissful high “What the hell is wrong with me?!!! I actually had a wet dream's about Ethan.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

“Did switch off the alarm yesterday night?” “Why would I do that? why you asking mate?” “I felt like someone was in our apartment, I don’t know, maybe it was a dream or something, it all just felt wrong” Trevor said. “It was definitely a dream because no one was here yesterday night.” He replied. “If it was a dream then that would be the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.” “Maybe if you sleep now it will come back.” He said jokingly Trevor looked at him with a serious face

I shot up in my bed; my sheets were soaked from sweat. I had let out a scream but no one was home to hear it. It was a dark shadowy day outside so my room was dim and I sat there wracking my mind, just trying to remember my dream. I couldn't really remember it; all I could recall was that it was frightening and more of a nightmare than a dream. I slowly moved to the side of the bed and decided to just go take a shower. I walked across the bedroom in all of my nudity to the bathroom. As I looked up into the mirror, I could see that my dark curly hair was now nothing but wet, matted frizz. I reached to grab a ponytail holder and looked back at my reflection. But it was no longer just me.

Sex Dreams Intro:Sex Dreams, wet dreams are normal especially when your mind is fixated on a particular delectable specimen. Could be male, female as long as you have deep forbidden desires for the people in question your brain tends to project your wants in your dreams. Fleur's P.O.V. The one frustrating is the word to use when one can't express ones emotions. One sided crush are the literal worse, here I am loving the fool from afar, desiring Miles Kentucky in my head, dreams literally everywhere my eyes set it’s sight on him.

It wasn’t long before I was spilling my seed in her mouth. I woke up in an instant, feeling this wetness between my legs from under the blankets. Blinking, I pulled them back and was shocked to see a wet spot. Fuck. I’m thirty-eight years old, yet I am having a wet dream about the woman who is supposed to be my surrogate. What the fuck is wrong with me? There must be something wrong with me, but I can’t get the dream out of my head. Groaning, I climb out of bed and head back to the shower. Instead of a warm shower, I take a nice, cold shower to help get my brain back into control.