Wet Dream Story Novels & Stories

When I pulled them away, they weren’t red; just warm and a little sticky. My face turned an even brighter shade of crimson as I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Turning, I let out a soft gasp when I saw the small wet spot where I had been laying. Had the dream really been so intense, so realistic, that I had managed to have an orgasm in my sleep? If the tingling in my fingers and toes was any indication, then I must have; and all at once, I felt utterly ashamed. It wasn’t that the idea of a wet dream ashamed me. Wet dreams were common, especially among pregnant women with all those hormones raging constantly.

I nodded, Frankie squeezed me tight, “Well, one day you’ll know who you really choose. As long as you’re happy and it is what you want. Not what he demands of you. He might be the boss, but he is not yours. Remember that.” He kissed my head, and after a few minutes, we had both drifted off to sleep. I had the same dream again. Frankie and Luca are in front of me, telling me I fell in love with two brothers, two monsters. The dream had changed towards the end. It turned into a ‘wet dream’. Both of them at the same time. In every way. Thankfully, the dream was interrupted by the ringing of Frankie’s phone.

I rushed to the door to make sure it was shut before I took off my gown and started wiping off the liquid from the bed with it. I had no idea it was all in my head right until the moment I squirted. How did I not know it was a dream? I asked myself disappointed as it would be a scandal if it gets out that I had a wet dream and in the process wet my bed and not to talk about the alphas, Ronther in particular if he hears I dreamt of him included making love to my body, thinking about all these made a tear come out of my eye, “all these happened because of him” I heard myself say in a sob which was true. If I had not seen him last night and thought about him while sleeping I would never have ha

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the hallway, slowly fading into the distance. I tossed the pillow off my face. "I can't believe I had that same dream again." For weeks, I had been dreaming about the one-night stand I’d had with a stranger named Liam. My mind couldn’t stop replaying the look of his face, his strong, sexy body, and the memory of his big cock inside my pussy. Liam wasn’t like the usual young guys I hooked up with. He was older, probably in his forties, with a strong, solid body that was unmistakably masculine.

The movement of her sensual frame rubbing against me made my groin throb, and the pink staining her cheeks didn't help. "I've been having strange dreams." She wouldn't meet my gaze. I picked up on the embarrassment straining her voice. "Tell me more." I wouldn't deny my interest in these dreams. Not when she reacted so physically. Yet, she continued chewing her lip, holding onto the secret. "It's okay, baby. You can tell me anything." Rhea released a huff of air. Still avoiding eye contact, she whispered, "Wet dreams. Of you." "Oh." My cock twitched in my pants. A smirk tried pulling at the corner of my mouth, but I fought it off. "That's alright. I'm honestly happy that you dream about me a

My eyes flew open for real this time. The room was empty. Moonlight, not Cassian, spilled across the bed. The blanket was twisted around my legs, my shirt rucked up to my ribs, one hand still shoved desperately inside my soaked panties. My fingers were slick, trembling, moving without permission even as reality crashed in. I yanked my hand away like I’d been burned and sat up, chest heaving, tears already stinging. My first wet dream ever, and it was about him. About my ex-stepfather spreading me open and photographing me like all the others.

His eyes were wild with raw lust. He kissed me. He bit me. He pounded into me... "Ah!" I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My heart hammered in my chest. I was completely soaked between my legs. Damn it. I just had a wet dream about him. I sat up. My legs felt like jelly. The dream felt too real. Frighteningly real. My throat was dry. I went downstairs for water. Walking past the living room, I heard voices. Ryder and his pack buddies were still awake, drinking and chatting.

He's starting to believe me but the way his eyes search mine tells another story, a story that has no interest in liking. I stick to my lies, averting his gaze. "Your mind must have conjured that memory because you felt bad for me, it's very common in trauma patients." His arms cross over his chest, flexing his biceps. It's hot, so hot. Those can't be the same hands he touches me with, those hands are soft, these are sinful. "So you're saying I had a wet dream?" "Exactly," I nod, my eyes lifting to his. "It is nothing to be ashamed of. Now, would you like some tea? Or are you back to drinking again? I suggest you quit, you're having very confusing dreams and can't tell reality from—"

I rolled my eyes as I settled in the bed. He's being a bit thoughtful by bringing me water, I'm sure I would've gone downstairs again if he hadn't brought it. I let out a sigh as I palmed my face. Flashbacks of my wild dreams started playing in my head. I've never had a wet dream before, why am I having a wet dream with a man I despise? What at all has come over me? Why did I feel hurt after learning that he hooked up with Crystal? I mean it's none of my business who he hooks up with.