Wet Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

“Yes, Dad. With the dreams last night, I am very sure he is a vampire, and I even had a vision but not like any of the visions I have had in the past, which rolled into the dream. If this is a new power, I am not sure I like it.” “Honey, maybe because you are half human some of it is like how our visions happened for us. I remember waking up in cold sweats, erotic dreams, and uncontrollable emotions.” Her mother popped back into the conversation. “Vampires don’t have dreams normally or have the sweating issues like that either. Your poor mother had to deal with those, and I believe this was a side affect of her being human.” “Oh, Honey! Those were so difficult and until I was able to jump yo

He says while his breathing becomes rapid, and his voice sounds strained as if it hurts him more than it does me. Suddenly, a pain rips through me like a knife and everything goes dark. I don’t hear a thing, except for my alarm going off and the dog barking. Confused, I open my eyes to see my mother staring at me curiously. “Dear, you were muttering something strange in your sleep about werewolves and a strange man called Eric.” She stares at me while saying with humor in her voice. At that moment, I realized it was all a dream.

Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the hallway, slowly fading into the distance. I tossed the pillow off my face. "I can't believe I had that same dream again." For weeks, I had been dreaming about the one-night stand I’d had with a stranger named Liam. My mind couldn’t stop replaying the look of his face, his strong, sexy body, and the memory of his big cock inside my pussy. Liam wasn’t like the usual young guys I hooked up with. He was older, probably in his forties, with a strong, solid body that was unmistakably masculine.

Finally registering my surroundings, I looked into Liam's eyes again, my eyes widening as I gulped, the realization settling in. I just had a wet dream. About my sister's ex. Oh my goodness. I just had a wet dream about my husband. Well, shit.

He smelled sweetly of grapefruit, and yet at the same time he had an undeniably manly musk about him. I couldn’t explain away these feelings. “Maybe it’s just pregnancy hormones,” I whispered to myself as I laid awake in bed that night, unable to sleep. I stared up at the ceiling for a long time, trying to justify my unprecedented feelings in my head as I pulled on my hair. Eventually, sleep overtook me. I dreamed about wolves — my wolf and Nathan’s wolf. I dreamed about Nathan and I together, doing things that friends should never do with one another. And when I woke up in the morning, I quickly came to the realization that my panties were wet from my night full of dreams.

His eyes were wild with raw lust. He kissed me. He bit me. He pounded into me... "Ah!" I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My heart hammered in my chest. I was completely soaked between my legs. Damn it. I just had a wet dream about him. I sat up. My legs felt like jelly. The dream felt too real. Frighteningly real. My throat was dry. I went downstairs for water. Walking past the living room, I heard voices. Ryder and his pack buddies were still awake, drinking and chatting.

Fuck, I was getting wet just imagining it. Sleep came eventually, fitful and filled with dirty dreams, Alex pinning me against the tiles, his thick cock slamming into me while the water poured down. When my alarm buzzed softly at five-forty-five, I was already awake, adrenaline buzzing through me. The house was pitch black, cool, and quiet.

Goddess! My breath catches as I shift, and that’s when I feel it. A sticky wetness on my stomach, pooling between me and the sheet. Shit. My face burns as realization hits me. I had a wet dream. About them. About Zahra and Tobias. Shame floods me, hot and suffocating. How could I? What does this even mean? For fuck sake, how old am I?! I’ve not had a wet dream since I was a damn teenager, and now this… them?!

It wasn’t long before I was spilling my seed in her mouth. I woke up in an instant, feeling this wetness between my legs from under the blankets. Blinking, I pulled them back and was shocked to see a wet spot. Fuck. I’m thirty-eight years old, yet I am having a wet dream about the woman who is supposed to be my surrogate. What the fuck is wrong with me? There must be something wrong with me, but I can’t get the dream out of my head. Groaning, I climb out of bed and head back to the shower. Instead of a warm shower, I take a nice, cold shower to help get my brain back into control.

When I slipped around, I fell from my bed to the floor, only to realize that she had sent me straight from my wet dreams to my d*mn reality! I was all alone! I guess my father's long, endless tales had wasted my brains into hallucinations. Likewise, I woke up sad, hoping to meet that busty b*tch in reality one day. ***** .