Wet Dream Story Novels & Stories

, my eyes shot open and I moved my blanket to see my boxers were wet and sticky I had a wet dream about Kathy. “Fuck”

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Now he was shockingly different altogether. Kissing, tasting, and sucking every corner of her flesh as she groaned and writhed. She breathed hard and clawed at his shoulder, arms, and neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Her wet fold vibrated with need and her breast ached feeling heavy and full. But the man didn't relent. Wouldn't touch her where she wanted it most. Instead, he proceeds to tease her flesh nonstop, causing pleasure to build inside her. She squirmed restlessly, and finally cried out. "Please...!" She no longer cared if anyone could hear her. She just wanted to come and reach her peak. "...Please." Her eyes fluttered open, and she woke up suddenly. "Oh my, Did I jus

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.

I am too tired from the trip and besides, it's Sunday, a lazy day. The man in front of me is dressed all in white, looking like the ancient Greek God in mythologies. At one point I’m near the sea, in another room with beautiful wallpaper. The man leans into me and I am completely turned on by his touch. We seem to be making love. He is moving in and out of me, giving me sensations, I never had before. When I open my eyes, the handsome man is no longer there. I look down and I am wet! That was a wet dream! I cover my mouth with my hand unable to digest whether I was a teenager or an adult. I am angry and feel a sense of abandonment.

I woke up with a sticky thing between my legs, ugh. Shit, I guess that's a wet dream. Yeah, I'm 31, and I don't get why I had such a weird wet dream just from making out with Shiloh. I'm definitely not a virgin. I've had sex, though I haven't had a RUT for twelve years. But I did one with my own hands.

Instead I let my fingertips drift, slow and lazy, tracing the sensitive outer lips, feeling how puffy and wet everything still was. The chill on my skin finally got me up. I walked to the shower, stripped off my clothes, and let hot water run over me. It washed away the wetness, soothing my body as steam filled the room. I dried off, put on a sleep shirt, and got into bed already drifting off to sleep. Noah's POV: “We’ll be the first company to launch such an advanced technology this early!” the presenter declared, arms spread like he’d just invented gravity. I leaned back in the leather chair, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. “Yet you haven’t gotten a patent.”

It's just a dream. "You. I would have already taken you." I swear he winked. "Soon, little mate. Very soon." He nuzzled his face into mine. That was all I could remember before I woke up panting. *** It was just a dream. Not real. I'm in my own bed. I'm not a wolf. When I looked down my tank top was dry, so were my sheets. Well for the most part. Oh my god. I just had a wet dream.

Bella When the first bit of morning light came through the blinds, I began to wake up. I had a strange, hot dream about Raymond, the way he kissed me, the way he touched my body, the way he talked in my ear, the way he moved with me. The images played over in my head, and I felt a familiar warmth and wetness between my legs.

She glanced toward the dining room, where Damon was still sitting, staring at the doorway like a man who had just seen something he could no longer resist. The two weeks ahead suddenly felt a lot more dangerous… and exciting. --- Ava woke up gasping, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her pussy was soaked, throbbing between her thighs. In the dream, Damon had her bent over the dining table, nighty pushed up to her waist, fucking her deep and hard while growling her name. She could still feel his thick cock stretching her, his hands gripping her hips. “Fuck…” she whispered, pressing her thighs together.