Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

I felt them all stop all at once like they somehow were telepathically connected and once they all let go of me I coiled as I still had spasms and as I thrashed involuntarily I felt everywhere beneath me was extremely wet like I had peed myself and I instantly I felt myself wake up. It was a bloody dream I sat up in shock as i noticed it was already dawn as light was slowly creeping into the room but what was making me panic was the pool of squirt on the bed. I was so consumed with my wet dream I managed not just to have an orgasm but also someone removed liquid out of my pussy in the process. I needed to take care of it because if Amelie comes in I would be very embarrassed. I rushed to the

I hope I wasn’t. "Really, well if it wasn’t a wet dream then why are you smiling?" She asks Am I smiling? Why am I smiling? "I’m not smiling." I point out. "You were and why are you so worked up about it? It’s perfectly normal to have wet dreams." She says sitting next to me. I would have considered my wet dream as a normal thing since I didn’t have sex in a long time, but can’t. Richie is in that dream so technically it’s a nightmare; a very horrible one.

He wasn't the man in my dream. Was it because he was smoking hot? That's why I had that kind of dream? This is the first time it has happened. Most of the time, my wet dreams are the men I am fantasizing about. They would have a face in my dream that would make me more wet when I wake up. I shook my head. I want to come clean today. I removed my tight small shirt and my panties. Mostly, I walk around the house naked and Sarah has no say about that.

Luka Stuttered, cleared his throat a few times before taking a deep breath and said, “Well, I had this dream. It was an intense dream about a blonde haired female who I don't know, but I know she is not my mate. In the dream she had her hand on my Manhood and she was doing these intense movements on it, with it, to it, whatever it was, I enjoyed it very much. Her movements increased in speed and caused me to shudder and moan and loose control of my body and excrete a sticky white liquid, but the entire process was so primal and heady and felt so pleasurable. Then I woke up and realized it was a dream, so when I got out of bed to get some fresh air on the balcony, I noticed that my thighs wer

I found her neck in the heat of the moment, my teeth, grazing her skin, tasting her scent, the salty flavour of her sweat and bit down hard, marking her once and for all. Her scream of ecstasy pushed me over the edge and I cradled her to me as my orgasm shot out of me and exploded inside of her. I gasped, sitting awake and looking around my room, stunned by the darkness and silence. Wet dreams. Fuck! I ripped off my covers, bundling them up into a ball, just as my 5am alarm rang off. I took a very cold shower, holding the shower walls for support. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.

His warm mouth had circled my breast, sucking, licking, gnawing until I was dissolved in a pool of dripping wetness. I brought my fingers down slowly between my thighs and sighed in confusion when I felt a wetness down there. Was it a dream? Was it real? I really didn’t know. I shook my head vigorously in a bid to shake out the vivid scenes from the wet dream I was previously having of Mr Hades and sighed dejectedly when instead they chose to replay repeatedly in my head. It shook me to the core, igniting a special warmth in the depth of my soul, and somehow, in a deep twisted part of my heart, I knew I wanted it.

Body shaking and drenched in sweat, he glanced around the dark, empty room. “It was just a dream,” he whispered, trembling. “Thank the gods. Just a dream.” The same dream again. He'd had this dream for months now. He swallowed hard, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Why do I keep having such a scary nightmare?” It terrified Emeriel a lot. A Urekai? No one in this world prayed to meet a Urekai in their lifetime. Certainly not Emeriel. Yet, even with all the terror inside, the hotness of the dream lingered in his body. His feminine core felt different. Wet. What does this mean?

"Daddy?" When I opened my eyes and saw him between my open legs, I said, "Daddy?" in confusion. I softly moaned when his fingers rubbed my slit, which was already wet. Maybe that is the reason why I was having a wet dream about him. I stare at him as he caresses my center, his hands palming my cunt. My mouth opens, but no sound is coming out. The lampshade on my side table has turned on, making my room dim. I can't sleep when there is no light. "Daddy, what are you doing here?" I whispered to him. My mother is sleeping in the other room, and she might hear us.

He just had a wet dream. "Shit!" He cursed as he jumped off the bed. His briefs were soaked up. The last time he'd had a wet dream, he was nineteen. Now, he was having wet dreams of Roxanne riding him in his office. Roxanne wasn't even in the mansion. Why was she affecting him this much? He quickly grabbed the sheets off the bed. He checked his phone it was five in the morning. "Fucking Monday morning!" He cursed again as he packed up the sheets to the laundry. He had a cold shower afterwards to calm himself down. Every little thought of Roxanne takes him back to his wet dream and his member, got excited. He didn't need that on a Monday morning.

“Harder please! Break my bones! Ugh!” “Ahh!” I screamed as I felt my bone break. I sighed when I woke up from sleep. Fucky! That’s my dream again! My clothes were wet, my sweat was dripping from my forehead down to my neck. My room is air conditioned but I sweat a lot. I look down at the middle of my thigh. I can feel the sticky liquid there. It’s not just my wet clothes but my femininity. Fucky! My dreams are getting worse now, since I saw vampires in the forest.