Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

I jerked upright with a scream, my entire body drenched in sweat. Heart pounding, I gasped for air, frantically scanning the room. My trembling hands fumbled for the bedside lamp, flooding the space with light. Relief washed over me. It was just a dream. But it felt so real. I ran a shaky hand over my nightwear, the same one I had worn in the dream. Was it even a dream? Then it hit me. I have never had a dream before. Dreams are manifestations, visions, glimpses into something deeper. Most werewolves see their wolves in dreams before they shift for the first time.

Waiting for threats she couldn't see but knew were there. On day five, I found her wet sheets in the morning. She'd started wetting the bed again. Something she hadn't done since she was four. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to. I just had a bad dream and I couldn't wake up and—" "It's okay, baby. It's not your fault. We're under a lot of stress. Your body is reacting to stress." "I'm not a baby. Big girls don't wet the bed."

Waking up from a wet dream with the man I've been fantasizing about for two nights now, I had to bite my lip when I slid my hand into my underwear and realized how wet I was. My legs shook from the contact of my middle finger on my slit, shivering from the sensation of pleasure that coated my sensitivity. Since the night I met the man whom my family wants me to marry, I've been unable to have my normal dreams. All my mind has is his face, his domineering aura, and the thought of him unbuttoning his shirt just for me on our honeymoon.

She shook her head upon feeling the stimulation doing things to her. "I don't want th-this." She cried out. "Then why are you dreaming about this?" He spoke against her bud and just like that her eyes snapped open. She stared at the ceiling as her chest heaved up and down. The morning light was coming through the slits of the curtains. The duvet was half wrapped around her body in a messy way. She slowly sat up on the bed, relief washing over her when she realized it was just a dream. But when she stood up and felt the wetness between her legs, her world came crashing down. She had a wet dream about him.

sweat is dripping off me as if I just got out of the shower. I reached for the glass of water I had placed on the bedside table earlier.. I finished it in one gulp. What just happened? Thanatos and I? Was that a dream? Or my imagination? But why would I imagine Thanatos and I doing that? Or was I just reminiscing our past? I shudder and shook my head... that's not the case. I guess I'm having this weird wet dream, because I've been doing nothing but sleeping all day.. I should take a walk, it's good for the health.

It looked just like Cassie's; all meaty and delicious looking. Unwilling to take a chance on running into either of them I stripped then climbed into bed and just called it a night. My sleep was plagued with graphic dreams of both my sister and my mother. The next morning I woke with a start unsure as to what was wrong. Glancing over at the clock on my nightstand I saw that it was only six-fifteen. Groaning I turned on my side and discovered what had woken me. I was laying in something wet. Throwing the covers off I looked down and saw it was a puddle of sperm. I almost laughed out loud. Shit, I'd had a wet dream, something I hadn't had in a long while. Climbing out of bed I slipped on a pai

It was just another dream, or perhaps a false awakening. What the fuck was that? A false awakening? The remnants of the dream lingered, leaving me bewildered and strangely aroused. Despite my room being fully airconditioned, I was sweating really badly. Ugh, waking up from that dream was a confusing mix of frustration and disbelief. I mean, seriously? A wet dream about her? The woman I can't stand? It's like my subconscious decided to play a cruel joke on me. I spend my waking hours irritated by her, and now my subconscious decides to torment me in my sleep too?

I am still coming, thighs shaking, a quiet whimper escaping my lips as the last waves roll through me. Oh my God. I just had a wet dream about Tristan. And I masturbated to it without even realizing. My face burns with embarrassment. My heart is still racing. I pull my hand away slowly, feeling the wetness on my fingers. I can’t believe I did that. I didn’t even know I was dreaming until the orgasm woke me up. Fuck.

It was probably him playing games and he didn’t mean a word of what he said. Unfortunately, sleep did not come to me easily and I tossed and turned into the night. I had visions of his naked body running around in my head and then by 7:00 AM, I was waking with the sheets thrown off for me. I must’ve had some kind of wet dream, because the panties that I was wearing were soaked. I didn’t remember much and it was fleeting at best.

His face has always been blurry but what he makes me feel are so clear and long lasting that my body is hyper all day. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent storm of my emotions, I am a 21 year old, why should I be having wet dreams like a hormonal teenager? It would have been a little bit better if the character in my dreams was my boyfriend Stefan, but no, it's a stranger.... someone I've never met... WTF is wrong with me. I swing my legs off the bed determined to forget my dreams like i always try to every day. I remember the sketch waiting in my office for me to work on and smiled, today will be good. I go until my walk in closet and picked an