Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

"If you didn't spill this water I definitely see his face this time but you, I said pointing towards my wet t-shirt" Well from my childhood I see weird dreams on my birthday. Everytime darkness come in any form surround me and then this boy come , take me out of it. But the weird thing is I never see his face. I might sound like crazy but it's obvious to get curious about the thing you see everytime on fix days and person. Initially i didn't tell abut this to anyone thinking that they might think of me stupid but when I tell Lilly , she started fascinating about it. Sometimes she wake me up and sit down with a diary to note down details . She is crazy.

She still saw her dog, still talked to it whenever she followed her dad to the ranch but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Her parents bought her teddy bears to replace him. Usually she would talk to her dog throughout the night and rub its fur while he slept so that she would not have to sleep but now that he was no longer with her, she had to let sleep overwhelm her every night even though she was scared of what she would see that night. Juana rarely wrote down what she dreamt, she just remembered them offhand. Besides, she dreaded writing them because it made her mind sick. Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything

’ I sat up and looked between my legs to see that I was dripping wet. In shock, I looked at the door and I could still hear the moans and groans from his room. They were still at it. ‘How long did I slumber?’ “Did I just have a wet dream?!”

There was someone beside me, dressed in gray pajamas, and I was gripping his prominent member. I blinked, a wry smile crossing my lips. In my twenty-one years of existence, this was my first experience of such a dream. Was this what they called a wet dream? But it didn't seem like it because I couldn't recall anything happening in the dream— 'Sh*t! Why is it hard? Why is it warm?'

Her orgasm made me cum too, and she moved against my dick as if she were trying to milk me dry. - - - - - What the fuck? Why was my bed wet? And then I remembered my dream. It was so fucking vivid in my mind, like it had really happened. Well, part of it did, because I had a fucking wet dream like some stupid teenager. Fuck, it was sticking to my boxers and my fucking sheets. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t just have a fucking sex dream about the wrong person, but in my dream she wasn’t just some random person. I called her my fucking girl. MINE!

His eyes were wild with raw lust. He kissed me. He bit me. He pounded into me... "Ah!" I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My heart hammered in my chest. I was completely soaked between my legs. Damn it. I just had a wet dream about him. I sat up. My legs felt like jelly. The dream felt too real. Frighteningly real. My throat was dry. I went downstairs for water. Walking past the living room, I heard voices. Ryder and his pack buddies were still awake, drinking and chatting.

I moan loudly and opened my eyes. I was panting with desire and was embarrassed to see my underwear was soaked. "Damn! what kind of dream was that?" I asked breathlessly. It was a wet dream. I'd just had a wet dream about a man who was treating me like crap? Being locked up was definitely turning me crazy.

"Daddy! Kaine! I'm coming! I'm going to cum! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" I woke up abruptly, eyes snapping open as I bolted upright. I looked around and realized I was in Kaine’s guest room, but he wasn’t there. I checked myself. My body was glistening with sweat, and the t-shirt I was wearing was soaked through. I felt incredibly hot, and there was a sticky sensation between my thighs. I couldn't believe I just had a wet dream about the man who rescued me from that terrifying road and let me stay in his home. It was just a dream, but it was so intense! I thought it was real!

I woke up with a sticky thing between my legs, ugh. Shit, I guess that's a wet dream. Yeah, I'm 31, and I don't get why I had such a weird wet dream just from making out with Shiloh. I'm definitely not a virgin. I've had sex, though I haven't had a RUT for twelve years. But I did one with my own hands.

Nightie clung wet, the gown riding up my thighs. I looked down, holy shit. Soaked. Dead center, dark wet patch spreading wide between my legs, fabric sticking there like it'd been dipped. My pussy lips outlined clearly, clit still pulsing faint from the dream. Gosh. Slipping into my body wasn't enough for him, ripping clothes, fucking throat and cunt raw, leaving me wrecked on the floor. Now he's finding his way into my dreams, invading sleep, making me drip like a faucet even unconscious. The bathroom door creaked open. I stripped the nightie off, and let it drop in a soggy heap on tile.