Wet Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

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.

A wave of disappointment washes over me in a way I didn’t expect. I spring up to a sitting position and frantically scan the room, looking for evidence that everything did really happen as I remember. The room is big and cozy, but it looks modernized, unlike the cabin in my dreams. I can’t lose the feelings and the experiences I had with them. I want to meet them again. I want them pleasuring me again. I couldn’t get enough of those two perfect creations. The thought that maybe I never even had them in the first place crushes my heart. I close my eyes and say a silent prayer. Lord, please let it not be a dream.

"Daddy! Kaine! I'm coming! I'm going to cum! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" I woke up abruptly, eyes snapping open as I bolted upright. I looked around and realized I was in Kaine’s guest room, but he wasn’t there. I checked myself. My body was glistening with sweat, and the t-shirt I was wearing was soaked through. I felt incredibly hot, and there was a sticky sensation between my thighs. I couldn't believe I just had a wet dream about the man who rescued me from that terrifying road and let me stay in his home. It was just a dream, but it was so intense! I thought it was real!

Sex Dreams Intro:Sex Dreams, wet dreams are normal especially when your mind is fixated on a particular delectable specimen. Could be male, female as long as you have deep forbidden desires for the people in question your brain tends to project your wants in your dreams. Fleur's P.O.V. The one frustrating is the word to use when one can't express ones emotions. One sided crush are the literal worse, here I am loving the fool from afar, desiring Miles Kentucky in my head, dreams literally everywhere my eyes set it’s sight on him.

That cold shower didn’t help much and I also made sure my door was locked because of a certain possessive and ruthless Alpha. ***** *Pit Pat, Pit Pat* I woke up with a startle at the patter sound coupled with the fact that I’m having a. Nightmares about all the recent things I have been through. It was a bloody dream and then I felt myself get wet. I thought it was a wet dream which was kind of awkward. Why would I have a nightmare and suddenly get wet from wet dreams only for me to wake up in my really wet dark room? “Shit!” I cursed ,looking around the moist room and my wet bed. I looked towards the open full wall length windows which made it really easy for the rainfall to get inside the

The movement of her sensual frame rubbing against me made my groin throb, and the pink staining her cheeks didn't help. "I've been having strange dreams." She wouldn't meet my gaze. I picked up on the embarrassment straining her voice. "Tell me more." I wouldn't deny my interest in these dreams. Not when she reacted so physically. Yet, she continued chewing her lip, holding onto the secret. "It's okay, baby. You can tell me anything." Rhea released a huff of air. Still avoiding eye contact, she whispered, "Wet dreams. Of you." "Oh." My cock twitched in my pants. A smirk tried pulling at the corner of my mouth, but I fought it off. "That's alright. I'm honestly happy that you dream about me a

I fumbled for the switch, squinting as the light cut through the dark. My breath came in ragged, shallow stabs while I sat there, waiting for my pulse to stop drumming in my ears. I didn't want to look. I already knew. When I finally lifted the fabric, the sight made my stomach drop. "Fuck!" Not again. Not another another wet dream. I gripped my hair, knuckles white, biting back a yell that tasted like copper and frustration. I forced myself upright, legs heavy, and dragged my shadow toward the closet to find a clean set of sheets.

‘Oh yes Daddy! Stretch me please!’ Don’t you just hate when that happens? Sex dreams that wake you up all wet and frustrated, pussy throbbing, body aching for more? Well, this had become my life. Since starting college I’d been having these weird, intense sex dreams that kept getting stronger. ‘Oh yes Daddy… y…yes!’ My goodness, this was getting annoying. Couldn’t these dreams wait? I wasn’t even sleeping alone. I came for a break at my best friend’s house. Shouldn’t it wait until after the long break?

I told her they were distractions from what I truly desired, but we both knew it was a lie. Rather, it was due to him. A man so quiet yet a bomb waiting to explode. “Have you ever had a wet dream?” I let it out before I could even rethink my decision. It was better I just said it. Hunter stared at me with a confused expression, which made me feel awkward for admitting it. His face widened, and a laugh erupted from him. “Did my boy get his first wet dream?” “Shut up.” “It’s normal, Gavin, especially when you’re really into a girl. As a guy, I picture half the girls I meet naked in a day. But those who I’m truly fascinated with end up in my wet dreams.”