Wet Dream Story Novels & Stories

~Sienna~ Warm, wet flesh flattens on my pussy, it drags slowly upward and curls. I push back against it, chasing the foreign object before it disappears. “Mmmm….” I arch my back, my eyes squeezing tight. I can’t see anything, it’s so dark, but I don’t want to wake up from this dream. My fingers sinks into the bed, my legs spreads wider. I whimper, I don’t want this to stop. I bite my lips, from screaming loud.

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?!

I’m a proud member of a group of people called NBSB NBTVM or no boyfriend since birth and the society of Never Been Touched Virgin Mary. Do I’m frustrated and desperately in my mid-thirties age huh? That’s why I am having this weird dream. When I woke up and remembered all my dreams that were so obscene I suddenly looked at my underwear. Liquids are coming from my femininity of course I already know what kind of liquid it is. Only now have I experienced such kind of dreams, wet dreams I suppose. So, I quickly got up and took a shower. I still can’t get out of my mind the man in my dream.

I heard her familiar taunting voice as she jerked with pleasure after I glided my finger out of her licking it, and I looked into her eyes filled with desire. “Do you really want it?” I asked, teasing her entrance with my cock, and she moaned in ecstacy. “Yes, I want you to fuck me, professor.” she begged, my body tense as I made to thrust into her wet pussy, but I heard a sound, and when I turned around I woke up. I panted heavily as I looked around my dark room, and that's when I realized I had been dreaming all along. I just had a wet dream.

“Harder please! Break my bones! Ugh!” “Ahh!” I screamed as I felt my bone break. I sighed when I woke up from sleep. Fucky! That’s my dream again! My clothes were wet, my sweat was dripping from my forehead down to my neck. My room is air conditioned but I sweat a lot. I look down at the middle of my thigh. I can feel the sticky liquid there. It’s not just my wet clothes but my femininity. Fucky! My dreams are getting worse now, since I saw vampires in the forest.

"Daddy! Kaine! I'm coming! I'm going to cum! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" I woke up abruptly, eyes snapping open as I bolted upright. I looked around and realized I was in Kaine’s guest room, but he wasn’t there. I checked myself. My body was glistening with sweat, and the t-shirt I was wearing was soaked through. I felt incredibly hot, and there was a sticky sensation between my thighs. I couldn't believe I just had a wet dream about the man who rescued me from that terrifying road and let me stay in his home. It was just a dream, but it was so intense! I thought it was real!

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.

I told her about how my day went and informed her that I will attend the class tomorrow. But that night, I dreamed again about that handsome boy. But this time I could only see his eyes. They were blue. They sparkled like diamonds. His grip on my waist was tight. He seems possessive of me which sends shivers. "Oh my god. Did I have a wet dream?" I woke up shivering. The dream seemed too real. Am I going to find my prince charming here?. Is that the reason why God is always showing me these kinds of exotic dreams?. Soon I will find out.

The orgasm was intense, but it left him even more frustrated. He knew this was wrong. She was twenty-one. His daughter’s babysitter. But as he stood under the water, breathing heavily, he realized something terrifying. He didn’t just want her body. He wanted *her*. And that was far more dangerous. Meanwhile, in her room, Ava lay in bed, unable to sleep. Her body was on fire. She slipped her hand under her shorts and touched herself, thinking of Ethan’s intense gray eyes, his strong arms, and the way he had almost kissed her.