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Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

The smile on their face showed how happy they were. Before they reached the wedding altar, the groom heard a loud sound that made him conscious. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. He reached out his phone and then turned off the alarm. After that, he remembered his wedding dream with a beautiful girl that he never met before. Daniel woke up that morning with a question on his mind, "Who is the girl in my dream?" He wondered.

I sighed when I heard the door close to his room and felt the painful throb in my core. * * * I woke up an hour later, gasping as I controlled my breathing, when I remembered my wet dream. A crazy wet dream. My body was thrumming with desire as I felt the familiar dampness in my underwear. I tried controlling my naughty mood and pressed my thighs together because my dirty mind had another idea. It was well past twelve. Ethan was probably asleep by now.

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.

She wasn't thinking about how wrong it was and she doesn't care as well. . . . If was about 4am in the morning, Stephen woke up and began to feel something strange happening to his body. He just woke up from a wet dream. Though this wet dream was different because he woke up and was still getting the feeling. His dick was hard and he was feeling something moist and warm around it.

I shot up in my bed; my sheets were soaked from sweat. I had let out a scream but no one was home to hear it. It was a dark shadowy day outside so my room was dim and I sat there wracking my mind, just trying to remember my dream. I couldn't really remember it; all I could recall was that it was frightening and more of a nightmare than a dream. I slowly moved to the side of the bed and decided to just go take a shower. I walked across the bedroom in all of my nudity to the bathroom. As I looked up into the mirror, I could see that my dark curly hair was now nothing but wet, matted frizz. I reached to grab a ponytail holder and looked back at my reflection. But it was no longer just me.

Maybe this is just a manifestation of her subconscious yearning for romance. Valerie filled her glass again then took a sip, after which she was pensive in the dark. *** While on break at the office, Valerie flipped through several articles regarding erotic dreams experienced by women. There was an article that caught her attention, that sometimes women also experience erotic dreams due to the impulses of their subconscious. It is almost the same as a wet dream in men, it's just that if a wet dream in men is caused by the automatic discharge of the sperm count that should have been released periodically, then an erotic dream in a woman is caused by the release of sexual tension that has not

"He met me while we were looking for you. Not while I was dancing all wild and-- I'm not going." Ivy had given up the fight then went to the club anyways. Got herself a guy, got drunk, got laid (with precautions, of course), went back home, fell asleep. Then, boom! Wet dreams and nightmares. They just wouldn't go away. All of these had happened yesterday night. This sunny afternoon, she was at work once again, tired, angry and frustrated on her chair, as her search result stared back at her from her laptop screen. 'There is nothing you can do to stop having wet dreams.'

Damn it! But following that bittersweet realization of the dream, I could feel a damp sensation deep down on my undies, which caused a frightful shiver to run down my spine. I couldn’t muster the courage initially to lift my quilt, but when I did so…indeed, my trouser was soaked wet near my groin. Oh God…did I just get a wet dream…at this age? No...Hell No! I don't want to check down below, fuck! Someone…please tell me if I am still dreaming… Please... But no, I could vividly feel the pain when I pinched my arm this time! Holy shit!

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...