Wet Dream Story Novels & Stories

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

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.

she screamed out, and my thick load shot inside of her in relief. And just then, my eyes snapped open. High ceilings were what I saw first and immediately, my eyes moved around, searching for my goddess and expecting to meet her breathing heavily beside me. But that didn’t happen. Cause what my eyes met was an empty space beside me and a shit load of cream staining the couch underneath me as I quickly realized what had happened. Wet dreams. “Jesus! What the-” I cussed loudly, jumping to my feet fast. My cock was damned hard already! So hard, like a rock and at the tip was me spilling as a result of the dream I just had. A very hot dream by the way.

Her orgasm made me cum too, and she moved against my dick as if she were trying to milk me dry. - - - - - What the fuck? Why was my bed wet? And then I remembered my dream. It was so fucking vivid in my mind, like it had really happened. Well, part of it did, because I had a fucking wet dream like some stupid teenager. Fuck, it was sticking to my boxers and my fucking sheets. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t just have a fucking sex dream about the wrong person, but in my dream she wasn’t just some random person. I called her my fucking girl. MINE!

Finally registering my surroundings, I looked into Liam's eyes again, my eyes widening as I gulped, the realization settling in. I just had a wet dream. About my sister's ex. Oh my goodness. I just had a wet dream about my husband. Well, shit.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

He held me to him, my back pressed against his chest as he remained deep inside me. Then we paused, taking a moment to breathe, I waited for him to continue but my eyes fluttered open instead as I looked around my room and realized that I had just had a wet dream about the alpha. I got off the bed feeling incredibly dirty for even dreaming about Mr. Deangelo in such a manner. It was very early in the morning and when I checked the time, it was just one in the morning. I decided that I needed to get into a cold water so I would not end up sleeping and having such a raw dream about my boss, it seemed too real and embarrassing.

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.

Then Mimi thought again, getting fired from being a maid in the royal mansion was like sending you to join your ancestors in heaven as the Death lord would kill you. "Calm down, it's alright. Now tell me what happened?" Mimi said to Ella. "Mimi I am a virgin you know, I haven't had any boyfriend before so is it normal for me to have a wet dream?" Ella asked her. Mimi was taken aback by Ella's question for a moment. She couldn't believe her best friend had a wet dream; but about who, she thought. "Omg! Ella is having wet dream, about who?" Mimi said, raising at brows at Ella teasingly.

Raven I was having a wet dream. Again. This time I was gripping something that felt like a concrete wall between my legs, rubbing my soaked pussy against it, desperately rolling my hips for more. It felt good. So good. Better than anything I managed on my own. Not until I woke up. The realization hit me slow, the way sleep peels away in layers; first the warmth, then the friction, then the sound of my own quiet breathing, and then the full devastating weight of what I was actually doing. My eyes flew open and found my stepfather’s eyes already on me.