Wet Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

Feeling so much pressure on my nip, I imagined Shawn releasing the left nipple and giving the same pleasure to the other one, just like how he does in reality. “Shawnnnnn!” I moaned in my sleep when I imagined him patting my legs and caressing my inner thighs. “Your fat cock. Please!” I whispered, my eyes still closed. I had no idea if this was what they call ‘wet dreams’ but I didn’t want the dream to end. This was exactly why I have been avoiding wanting anything to do with Shawn. I fantasize a lot but I had no idea I would be facing the consequences in my dream also.

that she was His His hand moves and cups her b**bs and the squeezes hard as if to milk her, she was enjoying each pain he was inflicting on her, it made her want him more and More He rips the shirt of her, his muscles bulging at the action, his shirtless body glistening with small sweat, his packs contracting, it made her want to run her tongue on it He skillfully unhook her bra and flings it somewhere in the room, her shorts was ripped next followed immediately by her panties He slowly drops the panties on the bed and inserts 3 fingers in her immediately , moving at an intense and painful speed but she was yes more “Ahhhh” she screams once he inserts the finger, He picks up the panties on t

I bite down on my lips so hard as the flames burst through me. A loud pleasured scream escaped my lips as I opened my eyes panting heavily. I glanced around the space to realize that I was actually in the bathtub and the water had turned cold. I must have slept off. How is it that I am having wet dreams in the midst of the turmoil that I am faced with? The cold water sank into my skin all of a sudden jolting me back to the present. My wolf growled in revolt. I got up from it and dried my body. I am so deprived of everything at this point.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

"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.

Yikes. “You. It was entertaining watching you writhing on your bed… moaning… like you were dreaming about me,” he whispers in a teasing tone. “I was not writhing! I was not having wet dreams!” I swat his arms that are wrapped around my torso. I feel my face turn red, worried he’ll realize I’m fibbing. “I didn’t say anything about wet dreams now, did I? Hmm. So you were having wet dreams? Who were you having wet dreams about?” He spins me around so I’m facing him, and probably so he’ll see in my eyes if I was lying or not.

I’m a proud member of a group of people called NBSB NBTVM or no boyfriend since birth and the society of Never Been Touched Virgin Mary. Do I’m frustrated and desperately in my mid-thirties age huh? That’s why I am having this weird dream. When I woke up and remembered all my dreams that were so obscene I suddenly looked at my underwear. Liquids are coming from my femininity of course I already know what kind of liquid it is. Only now have I experienced such kind of dreams, wet dreams I suppose. So, I quickly got up and took a shower. I still can’t get out of my mind the man in my dream.

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.

“I don’t know what exactly, but I felt..I just got spooked when I woke up from that dream because what if someone had been there?” “What do you mean?” He shifts, sounding more awake now. “Can you tell me what dream you had? It’s okay if you don’t want to, you can tell your doctor in the morning.” Oh, no. This isn’t something I can discuss with Dr Whitmore. I don’t think it’s necessary at all, it wasn’t alarming. The aftermath was. “A wet dream,” I tell him.