Wet Dream Story Novels & Stories

"Raul, I'm about to—" "Cum for me, Angel," he commanded, and with a shuddering climax, I did. I woke up gasping, my chest heaving, sweat slicking my forehead. A dampness between my legs startled me. Looking down, I saw my shorts soaked through with a thick, milky residue, the bed beneath equally stained. “The fuck?" I whispered, my voice raspy. "Did I just have a wet dream… about Mr. D’Amano? A married man?" The thought hit me like a harsh slap. This can't be happening.

I think we were both becoming boring. I started watching p**n on the nights that my husband was out of town, after putting the baby to sleep. I watched every type of p**n I could find, but my favorites were wives getting knocked up by strangers. I also found erotic story websites and couldn't keep out of the slut and hot wife sections. I found that after living the life that these stories portrayed, I would get very wet and have to go to my room and take care of myself. After a while, the videos began occupying my dreams. One morning I woke up after a crazy sexy dream and texted my husband.

I recalled the look in her eyes when she spoke of having a mission—a fierce, wounded gaze like that of a lioness ready to reclaim her life. I knew I had to find out more about her. The answers wouldn’t come easy, but I couldn’t walk away now. Returning to my private house, my mind whirled with emotions. That night, sleep did little to offer me peace. I dreamed of her—of Marianne in my bed, her body pressed against mine as we made love, but with Aislinn’s face. The dream felt so vivid, so real, that when I awoke, my body ached with longing, and I discovered I had experienced a wet dream. Embarrassed, I cursed under my breath. I hadn’t had a wet dream since I was sixteen.

“Sorry I’m late class.” As the day continued I couldn’t help but fantasize about Haylee. How her perfect lips would touch the tip of my cock, kissing it. Her tongue would then lick my shaft, bottom to top. I would pet her smooth skin and remove her shirt revealing her perfectly sculpted tits. I lift her up sucking on each of them. And then-. The bell rings, interrupting my day wet dream. I looked at my crotch only to notice that it is all wet. “Not again.” I thought to myself.

He just had a wet dream. "Shit!" He cursed as he jumped off the bed. His briefs were soaked up. The last time he'd had a wet dream, he was nineteen. Now, he was having wet dreams of Roxanne riding him in his office. Roxanne wasn't even in the mansion. Why was she affecting him this much? He quickly grabbed the sheets off the bed. He checked his phone it was five in the morning. "Fucking Monday morning!" He cursed again as he packed up the sheets to the laundry. He had a cold shower afterwards to calm himself down. Every little thought of Roxanne takes him back to his wet dream and his member, got excited. He didn't need that on a Monday morning.

The pleasure was so much as he had never felt before, and Vlad moaned the name of the one that never left his head. - Rafa! Oh, Rafa! Gods. This is amazing. Do not stop. Rafa! And Rafa doesn't stop. He sucks until Vlad can't take it anymore; he closes his eyes and lets out a deep moan, cuming like he never come before. Vlad opened his eyes, startled, and looked around. He was alone in the room, and the light was still off. - It was a nightmare. – he says, feeling relieved. But the uncomfortable dampness inside his briefs told him it wasn't a nightmare but a wet dream—a very, very, wet dream.

When it comes to food it's the dessert part so sweet and flavorful. I shook my head trying to erase all the dirty thoughts on my head. " What is wrong with me", I asked myself. I wanted to wake up from these dreams of mine if I was only dreaming but it's the reality. I didn't know anymore what is real and what is a dream. My life wasn't normal anymore. I'm always having bad dreams about demons and I'm always having a wet dream. Sometimes I felt exhausted and weak. And this moment my teacher wanted to have sex with me. I'm Diana Scott and they all leeching on me like a parasite.

His warm mouth had circled my breast, sucking, licking, gnawing until I was dissolved in a pool of dripping wetness. I brought my fingers down slowly between my thighs and sighed in confusion when I felt a wetness down there. Was it a dream? Was it real? I really didn’t know. I shook my head vigorously in a bid to shake out the vivid scenes from the wet dream I was previously having of Mr Hades and sighed dejectedly when instead they chose to replay repeatedly in my head. It shook me to the core, igniting a special warmth in the depth of my soul, and somehow, in a deep twisted part of my heart, I knew I wanted it.

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.

Wet sounds filled the dark room. The orgasm hit me hard and fast. My whole body shook as muscle spasms rushed through my belly and legs. I squirted heavily, soaking the sheets beneath me. A loud moan came out of my throat and echoed off the walls. I lay there for minutes, breathing heavily as my heart beat wildly for the night to come