Wet Dream Story Novels & Stories

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

“We can’t… we shouldn’t have—” The moment his cock slipped out of me with a wet, obscene sound, a gush of our combined juices spilled down my folds. I whimpered softly, my walls fluttering around nothing. I was soaked. Sloppy. Dripping. The insides of my thighs were shiny with it. Damien froze. I felt his cock twitch hard against my ass as he stared down at the mess. “Fuck… you’re still this wet?” His voice dropped even lower, almost angry at how turned on he was getting again. “Look at you. My cum’s leaking everywhere.”

Sex Dreams Intro:Sex Dreams, wet dreams are normal especially when your mind is fixated on a particular delectable specimen. Could be male, female as long as you have deep forbidden desires for the people in question your brain tends to project your wants in your dreams. Fleur's P.O.V. The one frustrating is the word to use when one can't express ones emotions. One sided crush are the literal worse, here I am loving the fool from afar, desiring Miles Kentucky in my head, dreams literally everywhere my eyes set it’s sight on him.

I asked, curiosity laced in my tone. “Every person you see at Wet Nights today has a story to tell. Nobody ended up here by luck, we all are criminals hiding under Wet Nights. In a place filled with criminals, we no longer fight for authority, we fight for fear, leadership!” Synn rolled her eyes towards me, and my heart skipped for a minute. My lips parted slightly but no words could come out. Still shocked and slightly terrified by what Synn was saying. How did she manage to know all of this?

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

There were stains of her discharge on her sheets, she was doused in sweat, “That was the prince who saved me from my nightmares. He was the figure in my dreams. Now I’m having sex with him?” She noticed that her nipples were erect, and she was still wet down there, “Fuck” she cursed under her breath, “Well, if you can’t finish me off yet, my sweet prince, allow me the honor of doing it myself.” Vida closed her eyes and focused on the dream once more, with just a bit of concentration she can feel him. With grace, she moved her right hand down to the spot where she had felt him rub her. It was still wet and sticky due to the erotic dreams she experienced. A dream that was too real for her.

I came in the silence of my room, a weak, shaky release that left me feeling more hollow than before. I fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of heavy hands and the scent of cedar and sweat.

I fumbled for the switch, squinting as the light cut through the dark. My breath came in ragged, shallow stabs while I sat there, waiting for my pulse to stop drumming in my ears. I didn't want to look. I already knew. When I finally lifted the fabric, the sight made my stomach drop. "Fuck!" Not again. Not another another wet dream. I gripped my hair, knuckles white, biting back a yell that tasted like copper and frustration. I forced myself upright, legs heavy, and dragged my shadow toward the closet to find a clean set of sheets.

His tongue dipped down the cup of my bra and his hand massaged the other. "Brian, I need to tell you something,” the words rushed out of me, “I wa-” before I could complete the sentence, I woke up startled in my bed, my inner thighs soaked. Jesus Christ. I had been dreaming. It hadn't been just any dream. It had been a wet dream. That too about Brian. Dear Lord! I needed to cleanse myself with holy water. Something was really very wrong with me. I rushed to the bathroom to clean up after myself. While rinsing my legs, I thought back to the dream. I had been very close to telling Brian the truth. The entire truth.

I can't remember the name of the town I got off at but I'd had enough of being on the bus and wanted to stretch my legs with some walking before I found somewhere to pitch my tent. It all started brightly enough as the early afternoon sun filtered through the leafy canopy of the treetops as I wandered through the woods carrying my pack on my back... actually that's not really the beginning of the story, that would be way back when I had my first wet dream during puberty, curled up under the covers of my bed. I know this sounds like a strange digression but bare with me (no pun intended) and all will become clear! My first nocturnal emission had been accompanied by strange images of myself th