Wet Dream Story Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Forbidden Wet Dreams of Stepbro's Dick I woke up gasping in the dark with my heart pounding hard against my ribs. The dream still clung to me like warm honey between my thighs. In it my stepbrother Jake had me pinned down on my own bed. His big hands held my wrists above my head while his thick cock pushed deep inside me. He moved slow at first just teasing me open then slammed in hard enough to make the bed shake. I could still hear his low growl in my ear telling me I belonged to him now and no one else could ever touch what was his. My pussy throbbed even now just thinking about it.

My scalp buzzed with the pressure of his hands and just as he dove down into my waiting mouth A loud pounding filled the air. Instantly cutting off my pleasure, and slamming me right back into my bed. Disorganised, scattered. My eyes snapped open. Pulse racing, throbbing, echoing in my ears, brains everywhere. The loud pounding still in the air. One glance around me, and I realised just then what happened. I was dreaming. A wet dream. About Eliot. "Jesus Christ, what kind of sick person are you, Serena?!" I screamed at myself. Touching my soaked and dripping panties. The wet spot underneath my ass, right on the bed. My breasts all on display, nipples erect and aching.

We'd had sex multiple times over the past few hours, and I was completely exhausted, completely satisfied. "We should leave the water," he said. "The bioluminescence is fading." "I know," I said, even though I wanted to stay here forever, in this moment, with him inside me. He rolled to his side, taking me with him, his cock still inside me. "Tell me this is real," I said. "Tell me this isn't a dream I'm going to wake up from." "It's real," he said. "This is completely, absolutely real. And we're going to figure out how to make it work."

“But you’re dripping more now. The risk makes you wetter, doesn’t it?” Yes. God, yes. The orgasm built like a tidal wave, unstoppable. Her hand slipped under me, pinching my clit hard. “Come,” she commanded. “Squirt for me. Soak this holy bed.” I shattered—body convulsing, walls spasming wildly around cock and tail. Wetness surged out in powerful jets, drenching the sheets, splashing against her thighs with audible wet slaps. I bit the pillow until fabric tore, muffling screams that wanted to echo through the dormitory.

She later had a good dream where she was sleeping with her big brother. He had done some inappropriate things with her and she enjoyed it. She could not believe that it was just a dream since it felt so real. "Gosh, what's wrong with me?" she whispered after finding out that her underwear was wet. She had read somewhere that girls would get wet when they were romanced by men they love and being wet meant that they wanted to have sex. Did that mean that she wanted to have sex with her big brother?. For heavenly sake, he was her brother and they were not supposed to do such a thing.

I nodded as some of it was poured in glasses for each of us. I greedily lapped mine up and my glass was quickly re-filled. I told them the full story, leaving out certain unnecessary parts. By the time I was done speaking, I was tired --- worn out, more like. I kept trying to stifle my yawn which, by the way was rude, but they caught on and I was led to the guest room where, as my head hit the soft pillows, I drifted off fast to sleep. The next day

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

The wet slap of bodies moving together. My fingers moved faster. I leaned my forehead against the cool stall wall, listening as the couple next door grew more frantic. The woman whimpered. The man grunted softly. I rubbed my clit in tight, desperate circles, thrusting two fingers deep inside myself, matching their rhythm. The ache built fast and sharp. My thighs shook. I came hard, biting down on my free hand to stay quiet, waves of pleasure rolling through me while the sounds of their fucking continued through the wall.

Luka Stuttered, cleared his throat a few times before taking a deep breath and said, “Well, I had this dream. It was an intense dream about a blonde haired female who I don't know, but I know she is not my mate. In the dream she had her hand on my Manhood and she was doing these intense movements on it, with it, to it, whatever it was, I enjoyed it very much. Her movements increased in speed and caused me to shudder and moan and loose control of my body and excrete a sticky white liquid, but the entire process was so primal and heady and felt so pleasurable. Then I woke up and realized it was a dream, so when I got out of bed to get some fresh air on the balcony, I noticed that my thighs wer

I woke up feeling extremely hot, and restless after dreaming about Dameon doing unspeakable things to me. I have been having a lot of wet dreams like that lately, which was a nice break from my usual nightmares. As I turned over in bed, moving my legs, I was confused when I felt the wetness between them. I hastily yanked down my pants, pulling off my underwear to see if I was on my period. But there were no blood stains. It just looked sticky and clear...