Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

"So tell me. Who is this young fellow you are thinking about that made you go so hot in bed in the middle of the night? " She grits her teeth and fiddles with her fingers looking down embarrassed. "You don't have to be scared to talk to me about it, Amelia. It's a normal thing. It's not really bad to have a wet dream. It actually shows you are a human. if you don't, i don't think I'll be able to have peace of mind." She says and Amelia can't help but chuckle a little bit as she pats her head playfully. Mrs Thompson examines her for a while with love.

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

When I pulled them away, they weren’t red; just warm and a little sticky. My face turned an even brighter shade of crimson as I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Turning, I let out a soft gasp when I saw the small wet spot where I had been laying. Had the dream really been so intense, so realistic, that I had managed to have an orgasm in my sleep? If the tingling in my fingers and toes was any indication, then I must have; and all at once, I felt utterly ashamed. It wasn’t that the idea of a wet dream ashamed me. Wet dreams were common, especially among pregnant women with all those hormones raging constantly.

and I exploded all over his hand the moment that word left his mouth. “No!” I sat up straight, my heart slamming in my chest while sweat covered my forehead and trickled down my back underneath my flimsy white t-shirt. “What the fuck,” I groaned, rubbing my face. “Well, that was quite a dream,” Silver prompted. “It was you, wasn’t it?” I scowled, feeling annoyed and disgusted. I can’t believe I had a wet dream about a man I practically hated. I never had a wet dream, at least not one where I actually came. The stickiness between my legs was more than enough evidence that the orgasm I had…that wasn’t a dream. That was very real.

My arms had begun to hurt as I had slept on them. It was true that I hadn't thought much about Raymond over the past year, but he came into my dreams every single night, he invaded my thoughts, presented himself, occasionally fucked me and also asked me how it felt to be with her lesbian sister. There hadn't been a single night where I hadn't woken up with a wet dream or found myself soaked. It wasn't me. It was my wolf. She was dying to be near him again, to be touched and pleased by him while I had my feelings and emotions in check. There wasn't much I could do about the wet dreams except for ignore them.

Not again. These dreams were becoming too real and detailed. His breath, his lips, the warmth of his hands… everything played too clearly in my mind. “How do you stop yourself from having wet dreams?” I typed into G****e. The answers were ridiculous. One said exercise. Fine. I would exercise until the dreams gave up. I changed into my sportswear and rushed out, only to slam into someone hard. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. Before I could step back, he pinned me to the door, completely pinning me in place. His nose skimmed my neck, inhaling sharply like a predator scenting prey.

Never in my life had I dreamed something so intense and about the boy I’m supposed to be looking after. My prayers devolved into an argument with myself, my brain cells clashing like warriors in my skull as questions piled up faster than I could answer them. Why did I have that dream? Is wet dreaming even normal? What does it all mean? I raked my hands through my hair in frustration. This must be payback for being single my whole life now I was clueless about my own body, let alone that. I felt like a lunatic, flopping onto the cold marble and rolling around like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

, my eyes shot open and I moved my blanket to see my boxers were wet and sticky I had a wet dream about Kathy. “Fuck”

Now he was shockingly different altogether. Kissing, tasting, and sucking every corner of her flesh as she groaned and writhed. She breathed hard and clawed at his shoulder, arms, and neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Her wet fold vibrated with need and her breast ached feeling heavy and full. But the man didn't relent. Wouldn't touch her where she wanted it most. Instead, he proceeds to tease her flesh nonstop, causing pleasure to build inside her. She squirmed restlessly, and finally cried out. "Please...!" She no longer cared if anyone could hear her. She just wanted to come and reach her peak. "...Please." Her eyes fluttered open, and she woke up suddenly. "Oh my, Did I jus

Finding me being surprised, Jamie repeats, whispering, “I said, I had a wet dream.” My eyes widened, “A-about what...?” Jamie clicks her tongue, “What can a wet dream be about? Having sex of course.” Oh dear. I know Jamie is starting to trust Henrietta more and more, but I never expected that she would be so honest to tell her something embarrassing such as having a wet dream. And about that wet dream, will it be that sex we had last night? Trying to look like I have no single idea about what Jamie is talking about, I remain calm and act innocent, “I never knew someone like you would have a wet dream...” yet trying to find out more, I whisper, “So, who were you having sex with in that dream?