Novel & Cerita Wet Dreams Stories

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

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.

We'd had sex multiple times over the past few hours, and I was completely exhausted, completely satisfied. "We should leave the water," he said. "The bioluminescence is fading." "I know," I said, even though I wanted to stay here forever, in this moment, with him inside me. He rolled to his side, taking me with him, his cock still inside me. "Tell me this is real," I said. "Tell me this isn't a dream I'm going to wake up from." "It's real," he said. "This is completely, absolutely real. And we're going to figure out how to make it work."

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

Their tongues battled over my cum-filled pussy and ass, licking and sucking messily, making obscene wet sounds as they cleaned me. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. Completely used. Completely worshipped. I finally drifted off into exhausted sleep, surrounded by soft, warm female bodies. Gentle tongues continued licking me lazily — my breasts, my neck, my dripping holes — as if I were the sweetest honey they had ever tasted. And as darkness took me, a terrifying but thrilling thought echoed in my mind: I didn’t want this night to ever end.

I basically crashed out. I swallowed hard. “A few days ago I walked past his room while he was with some girls. His dick… it’s really big,kinda like he's dads. Since then I’ve been having crazy wet dreams about it.” May’s eyes went wide. She squealed again, covering her mouth. “Babe... so that's just it?, You know you can tell me anything right?... if you ask me babe, I’d say go for it. Do you know how young my new boyfriend is? He’s 23, and trust me — these young guys know how to fuck.” She leaned in closer. “Besides, technically you wouldn’t even be cheating on your man.”

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.

I can't remember the name of the town I got off at but I'd had enough of being on the bus and wanted to stretch my legs with some walking before I found somewhere to pitch my tent. It all started brightly enough as the early afternoon sun filtered through the leafy canopy of the treetops as I wandered through the woods carrying my pack on my back... actually that's not really the beginning of the story, that would be way back when I had my first wet dream during puberty, curled up under the covers of my bed. I know this sounds like a strange digression but bare with me (no pun intended) and all will become clear! My first nocturnal emission had been accompanied by strange images of myself th

He's starting to believe me but the way his eyes search mine tells another story, a story that has no interest in liking. I stick to my lies, averting his gaze. "Your mind must have conjured that memory because you felt bad for me, it's very common in trauma patients." His arms cross over his chest, flexing his biceps. It's hot, so hot. Those can't be the same hands he touches me with, those hands are soft, these are sinful. "So you're saying I had a wet dream?" "Exactly," I nod, my eyes lifting to his. "It is nothing to be ashamed of. Now, would you like some tea? Or are you back to drinking again? I suggest you quit, you're having very confusing dreams and can't tell reality from—"

Lila's POV Sleep pulled me deep after the pool house frenzy, body heavy and sore from Jax's rough hands and that belt tying my wrists tight. The guest room was dark, quiet, Mia snoring down the hall like nothing burned hot next door. I drifted off fast, dreams fuzzy with his cock stretching me, dirty words echoing. But then pain. Sharp sting low in my belly, hot and deep, yanking me awake in the night. Eyes flew open, blurry in the moonlight.