Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

Am I dreaming? I gasped when a long fingers made its way to my clothed pussy. Flame of lust overpowered my system. My eyes remained closed as I let myself be drowned by the weakening sensation the fingers brought in my skin. The fingers made a circle in my panties, making me moan in pleasure. It was so good. It fels so real. Oh, God. This is normal. I have not had a dick inside me for awhile now. So it is normal to have a wet dreams.

“I heard you, Wendy. Last night, in the library. You were moaning my name in your sleep” I swallowed, my throat feeling dry as my heart hammered in my chest. I knew I had arrived before him and mistakenly fallen asleep only to have a wet dream. It was also called a wet dream for the girls, right? I shook my head, dismissing the thoughts. My eyes met his and the smirk still playing on his lips made my face burn hotter than ever before. I swallowed again, trying to find the right words, but all that came out was a shaky exhale. “I…I didn't—”.

I kept my eyes locked on the lens the entire time, talking directly to it, to them, to my boss, to whoever was staring at their company monitors in shock and unwilling lust. “He’s so much bigger than my ex,” I gasped between thrusts. “Fills me so deep I can feel him in my stomach. Look how stretched I am. Look how wet. This is what you get when you call a woman cold in bed. This is what real want looks like.”

The room was filled with the sound of our moans, our skin slapping together, the headboard knocking against the wall. “Just like that,” I screamed. “Keep going. I'm coming. Yes!” “Come for me, baby.” He increased his pace, his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes burning into me. I woke up gasping. My heart slammed against my ribs. My sheets were tangled around my legs, and my body was warm, aching in places that had no business aching from a dream. I pressed my hands to my flushed cheeks and stared at the ceiling. Why am I having wet dreams about Lucian?

Gripping her nape, I tilted her head back, forcing her throat to stretch, her body arching instinctively. A whimper left her lips, soft, broken, as her legs pressed tightly against my hips. Then I felt it. Heat. Pressure. My body stiffened as thick and liquid coiled low in my gut. My breathing stilled. The sensation was unmistakable. I was wet. Slick. Did I had a wet dream? The hell. What kind of dream does that? I lifted my head, my breath uneven, my body rigid with the remnants of something I didn’t understand.

I could feel the warmth in between my legs and the moisture that had slowly spread through my sleepwear. My nipples were taut… another tell tale sign of what I had just had. A wet dream. The room was still dark, my body ached in places that I didn’t want it to. I felt different from the usual desire I had that I needed Aiden to quench. This was real hunger… like I had been parched and someone finally dropped a couple of droplets down my throat. My throat was indeed dry and my heart was racing. The dream had been so clear. So vivid.

Violet I had a dream. But this time, it wasn’t about my family. It wasn’t one of those harmless, sentimental dreams that left me waking up teary or nostalgic. No, this one was shamefully different. Because this time, my body was trembling, the sheets clinging to my skin. My pulse was racing like I’d just run miles, and heat was pooling low in my stomach. It took me a moment to realize what had happened. A wet dream. What twenty-four-year-old woman has a wet dream? you might ask. I had no answer. And this wasn’t even the first time.

Its front paws pinned my thighs as if preparing for more— And then another black wolf appeared from the shadows, letting out an angry growl as it tried to seize me from the first one— I jolted awake, heart hammering, a strange sticky discomfort beneath me. My hand slipped beneath the covers. Of course. Damn it. I was wet. Ever since I reached awakening age without gaining a wolf, I’d been having these strange dreams. After puberty, they had turned into full-blown sex dreams. I’d lost count of how many times I’d woken up drenched. But this time was insane. I was literally dreaming about wolves now. How pathetic was I?

"C'mon, I'm desirable! So fucking sexy, I can be in your dream. A little fetish fantasy or something... You might like it." "Trust me, it was a dick. I've felt it multiple times to know it was a dick, not a vagina." "Okay alright," she chuckled, "So what you think?" I pressed, "Something wrong with me? Anything?" "Wrong with you?" She scoffed, "the way I see you're working perfectly fine! Your body's working perfectly fine and damn you're healthy. Having wet dreams? There's nothing wrong with that, everyone gets those. It's just a way of your body letting you know that ... it's starved."

Lila's POV Sleep pulled me deep after the pool house frenzy, body heavy and sore from Jax's rough hands and that belt tying my wrists tight. The guest room was dark, quiet, Mia snoring down the hall like nothing burned hot next door. I drifted off fast, dreams fuzzy with his cock stretching me, dirty words echoing. But then pain. Sharp sting low in my belly, hot and deep, yanking me awake in the night. Eyes flew open, blurry in the moonlight.