Wet Dream Story Novels & Stories

He nibbled my clit and I came with a shattering scream “Atlas!” And then I sit up in bed. Sweat clinging to my body. A heat I couldn’t ignore between my thighs. And. What? Shit. An entire wet spot on the bed. First time having a sex dream, and a wet one at that. I wipe my forehead and check the clock. Fuck! My driver will be here in 20 minutes. I don’t even have time to shower. I rush to the closet to get dressed for the day. I can’t disappoint him.

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.

He remarks, looking down at the place we connected. Leaking thoughts slowly drown me as I remember how I woke up yesterday morning, wet from some lust filled dream. The thoughts of the dream of Croix’s demonic eyes boring into me as a man possessed as he fucked me hard on camera, his thick curved cock filling me with an aching pain. My inner thighs saturate with my wetness and I am so close. My boyfriend would hate me if he knew who I really was. My mind fucks with me and I’m about to cum but Wesley beats me to it again. I ran my hands through my hair again frustrated before sliding out of bed to the bathroom to clean up.

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.

A wave of disappointment washes over me in a way I didn’t expect. I spring up to a sitting position and frantically scan the room, looking for evidence that everything did really happen as I remember. The room is big and cozy, but it looks modernized, unlike the cabin in my dreams. I can’t lose the feelings and the experiences I had with them. I want to meet them again. I want them pleasuring me again. I couldn’t get enough of those two perfect creations. The thought that maybe I never even had them in the first place crushes my heart. I close my eyes and say a silent prayer. Lord, please let it not be a dream.

Sleep was hard, dreams filled with him. The next morning, I woke wet again. The collar stayed on. Back to work, same routine. But now, I craved his next move. The game had just started.

That cold shower didn’t help much and I also made sure my door was locked because of a certain possessive and ruthless Alpha. ***** *Pit Pat, Pit Pat* I woke up with a startle at the patter sound coupled with the fact that I’m having a. Nightmares about all the recent things I have been through. It was a bloody dream and then I felt myself get wet. I thought it was a wet dream which was kind of awkward. Why would I have a nightmare and suddenly get wet from wet dreams only for me to wake up in my really wet dark room? “Shit!” I cursed ,looking around the moist room and my wet bed. I looked towards the open full wall length windows which made it really easy for the rainfall to get inside the

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.

I’m already dripping, coating his hand, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. That’s when the front door opens. We all freeze for half a second—then his best friend walks in, still in yesterday’s clothes, hair messy like he didn’t sleep. He stops dead in the doorway, eyes locking on me riding my step daddy’s lap, my breasts in his mouth, fingers buried inside me. He doesn’t look surprised. He looks wrecked. “Couldn’t stop thinking about her,” he says, voice hoarse. “All fucking night. Kept seeing her crying on our cocks, begging for more. Had to come back.”

It looked just like Cassie's; all meaty and delicious looking. Unwilling to take a chance on running into either of them I stripped then climbed into bed and just called it a night. My sleep was plagued with graphic dreams of both my sister and my mother. The next morning I woke with a start unsure as to what was wrong. Glancing over at the clock on my nightstand I saw that it was only six-fifteen. Groaning I turned on my side and discovered what had woken me. I was laying in something wet. Throwing the covers off I looked down and saw it was a puddle of sperm. I almost laughed out loud. Shit, I'd had a wet dream, something I hadn't had in a long while. Climbing out of bed I slipped on a pai