Wet Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

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.

He doesn't deserve one bit of it, he lay around all day, sleeping with female employees of my company while I worked my ass off to get to where it is today. “Sure! You want an open relationship? Why not. I'll make you regret doing this to me.”, I said before stomping out of the hotel room slamming the door on my way outside. That bastard dared call me dry? Truth? He wasn't man enough to wet me. But my college exes? They'd left me soaked and screaming for more. Noah, Steve and Josh. I was reminded of their names again. My college exes, the ones who worshipped me. The ones whose mere presence made me cum.

"Oh Aria, you are so wet. Is this all for me? Were you this wet in the pool earlier? You would have let me do whatever I wanted to do with you." God, the way he called my name, his dirty tongue. That dirty way he speaks to me. It does things to me. Drives me crazy. I shamelessly grind my pussy to the palm of his hand, searching for relief. "Please, Ronan. Please." I jump out of bed at the sound of my alarm blaring. I take a moment to collect myself and realize what had happened. I was dreaming. Another wet dream starring Ronan, of course. Why do I always wake up just when things start getting interesting? I shouldn't even be dreaming about him in the first place. The lines are starting to bl

“I could still smell blood.” “What do you mean?” He rubbed his eye with the back of his finger. “I don’t smell anything.” “I was dreaming. Gray and red wolves were lifeless with bites on their necks.” “Lie back down. It’s just a dream.” “I know. Since we met, I have had three dreams. The first one was people lying in a pool of blood. The second one when you watched me sleeping.” It might be embarrassing to admit, but he had to know. “I dreamed of us together.”

Her orgasm made me cum too, and she moved against my dick as if she were trying to milk me dry. - - - - - What the fuck? Why was my bed wet? And then I remembered my dream. It was so fucking vivid in my mind, like it had really happened. Well, part of it did, because I had a fucking wet dream like some stupid teenager. Fuck, it was sticking to my boxers and my fucking sheets. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t just have a fucking sex dream about the wrong person, but in my dream she wasn’t just some random person. I called her my fucking girl. MINE!

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

Had guided my hands to places they shouldn't go, whispered promises in a voice that sounded like salvation and damnation wrapped in velvet. And worse—so much worse—I hadn't wanted him to stop. My stomach flutters—light, nauseating. Butterflies, of all things. Treacherous things. Disloyal and wicked, fluttering on delicate wings that crave more. That want the next chapter. “You’re having wet dreams, aren’t you?” The word explodes from my mouth too fast, too loud, carrying enough force to make the papers on my desk flutter. My jaw drops before I can think to close it, hanging slack in stunned horror at the audacity, the implication, the devastating accuracy of her observation.

When it comes to food it's the dessert part so sweet and flavorful. I shook my head trying to erase all the dirty thoughts on my head. " What is wrong with me", I asked myself. I wanted to wake up from these dreams of mine if I was only dreaming but it's the reality. I didn't know anymore what is real and what is a dream. My life wasn't normal anymore. I'm always having bad dreams about demons and I'm always having a wet dream. Sometimes I felt exhausted and weak. And this moment my teacher wanted to have sex with me. I'm Diana Scott and they all leeching on me like a parasite.

the lady asks. I stay silent but Ethan growls which made the hairs on my nape of the neck stand. I reply in a low tone, “I dream about woods. They are on fire and a girl, who is running away from there but someone drags her back. I was 14 when I had such dreams but now I have them every single night.” I wake up all sweaty in the bed, like someone poured a bucket full of water over me.” I cry. “Have you ever encountered a weird stranger ever?” the lady asks seriously.

"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.