Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

“I guess you don’t hate me that much after all.” *** My eyes snapped open. I was breathing hard. The room was still dark. My legs felt tingly and weak, and there was a clear wet stain on the sheets between my thighs. The horror hit me like a slap. I had just had a fucking wet dream about Ryder. I felt like dragging my hands through my hair and ripping it out. What made it even worse was that a part of me had liked that dream. The way his fingers had worked me, the way he held me down, the way he made me come so hard. It had felt all too real. My legs were still shaking.

It wasn’t long before I was spilling my seed in her mouth. I woke up in an instant, feeling this wetness between my legs from under the blankets. Blinking, I pulled them back and was shocked to see a wet spot. Fuck. I’m thirty-eight years old, yet I am having a wet dream about the woman who is supposed to be my surrogate. What the fuck is wrong with me? There must be something wrong with me, but I can’t get the dream out of my head. Groaning, I climb out of bed and head back to the shower. Instead of a warm shower, I take a nice, cold shower to help get my brain back into control.

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.

"Oh Aria, you are so wet. Is this all for me? Were you this wet in the pool earlier? You would have let me do whatever I wanted to do with you." God, the way he called my name, his dirty tongue. That dirty way he speaks to me. It does things to me. Drives me crazy. I shamelessly grind my pussy to the palm of his hand, searching for relief. "Please, Ronan. Please." I jump out of bed at the sound of my alarm blaring. I take a moment to collect myself and realize what had happened. I was dreaming. Another wet dream starring Ronan, of course. Why do I always wake up just when things start getting interesting? I shouldn't even be dreaming about him in the first place. The lines are starting to bl

I guess the only thing still holding me back is that I'm a little scared. But my god! The way he makes my body feel! That feeling between my legs is getting out of hand so bad I'm fantasizing about us all the time. I've had wet dreams about him, and they feel so real that… God, I'm getting excited just thinking about him like that.

That cold shower didn’t help much and I also made sure my door was locked because of a certain possessive and ruthless Alpha. ***** *Pit Pat, Pit Pat* I woke up with a startle at the patter sound coupled with the fact that I’m having a. Nightmares about all the recent things I have been through. It was a bloody dream and then I felt myself get wet. I thought it was a wet dream which was kind of awkward. Why would I have a nightmare and suddenly get wet from wet dreams only for me to wake up in my really wet dark room? “Shit!” I cursed ,looking around the moist room and my wet bed. I looked towards the open full wall length windows which made it really easy for

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

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 told her about how my day went and informed her that I will attend the class tomorrow. But that night, I dreamed again about that handsome boy. But this time I could only see his eyes. They were blue. They sparkled like diamonds. His grip on my waist was tight. He seems possessive of me which sends shivers. "Oh my god. Did I have a wet dream?" I woke up shivering. The dream seemed too real. Am I going to find my prince charming here?. Is that the reason why God is always showing me these kinds of exotic dreams?. Soon I will find out.

I also need to change my panty, I can see the wetness on it. What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why am I so wet?! That was just a dream! He didn't really touch me, kiss me or taste me. This is what he do on me. I was soaking wet for him. It was just a dream, what more when it's in reality?! Maybe he'll just stare at me then I'll be so wet. How do I deal with him now? I will definitely think of my dreams when I see him. I will remember and will remember that. And I'm not sure with myself, can I hide how I feel? They might noticed my thoughts. Myghad!