Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

It's just a dream. "You. I would have already taken you." I swear he winked. "Soon, little mate. Very soon." He nuzzled his face into mine. That was all I could remember before I woke up panting. *** It was just a dream. Not real. I'm in my own bed. I'm not a wolf. When I looked down my tank top was dry, so were my sheets. Well for the most part. Oh my god. I just had a wet dream.

Why is that? I am falling more and more...what is that? ...love. “ARES! GET YOUR ASS UP!” Shouts my father from the other room as he busts through my bedroom door. I jolted awake, rolling and falling face-first on the floor beside my bed. I sat up looking around, realizing I was no longer in the sanctity of my own dream. My shorts were soaked...again. This is the second time this week I’ve had a wet dream about the same woman. It’s really starting to annoy me. Luckily, my father doesn’t notice anything other than the fact that I’m still in bed.

All the cooking was done by him. Every morning, breakfast would be served to me in bed with a red rose, and a warm bath would be waiting for me thereafter. He'd bath me carefully, tenderly, so as not to upset the baby inside, which was funny and wierd to me. I'd laugh and call him a silly daddy. He said these were the moments he had always dreamed off. We'd splash water on each other and he'd end up wet and in the bath with me, which always led to us making sweet love. As a result of this, we always got to work late.

My body reacts to his voice with unmistakable fear and… This is embarrassing but… it seems my sexual urges were awakened, by the same man who keeps showing up in my dreams. Every time, after I dream about him, I wake up only to find my panties soaking wet. God, what is happening to me? Suddenly, a fierce determination washed over me like an ice bucket splashed over my head. I need answers. Grabbing my phone, I open my browser. I officially begin my search by typing in random searches about dreams, glowing eyes, and anything else that might give me a clue.

With that, I shut my eyes and slept. I can't tell how long I've been asleep for, but I suddenly started having wet dreams. This wasn't a normal wet dream where I saw who was touching me. I just felt hands all over my body. I felt a warm palm rubbing one part of my b*obs, while I felt something wet on my other nip*les. I don't know what it was, but it felt like my nip*les were being sucked. I moaned and parted my lips due to the desires I was feeling. Not only that, I also felt my core burn and getting extremely wet.

Most importantly, who is that woman? It felt real. The feel of her skin, the softness of her lips, the wonderful sounds she made when I pulled her, the velvety voice that teased me to my arousal... For Goodness' sake, why did I have a wet dream? I'm just twelve, turning thirteen! It was my first time dreaming something like that. Surely, I am not into that stage of my life, right? At least, not yet? I am still so young to be even thinking of that! Maybe it was just a fluke. I did not even think About things like that.

“Almost. I didn't sleep a wink last night.” He reemerges with navy blue pants and a crisp white shirt hanging on his arm. “Must have been the best night then.” His words end with him nodding towards my body and eyebrows wiggling. I follow his gaze to see a small wet patch in front of my briefs. “What is wrong with you?” I snap at him, tossing one of the pillows in his face. “Oh, baby boy's so embarrassed. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You see, in a boy's body, wet dreams are—”

I better asterisk that right now. When I haven’t been thinking about my career and staying in the NFL, my brain has floated back to my mystery biker woman. It has gotten so bad, that I’m having wet dreams about her. Seriously! I wake up while cumming in my boxers. I feel like I’m living in the twilight zone; I haven’t had wet dreams since puberty. I have no idea what is wrong with me. “Fuck it!” I exclaim as I realize my mind has gone back to her again. My dick is hard as a rock and painfully pushing on my jeans. I pull my pants down and grip my shaft. I quickly bring myself to orgasm while thinking of her, groaning out in relie

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

What the fuck was she doing to me? Since that night, I've been suffering from wet dreams. Suffering because I did all the sinful, dirty things to her that I wanted to do in real life. But as soon as I got near entering her, I would jolt up from the dream. Day or night, it didn't stop me from dreaming about her sinful moans, the way she would pant and shudder under me. All of it.