Wet Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

I moan loudly and opened my eyes. I was panting with desire and was embarrassed to see my underwear was soaked. "Damn! what kind of dream was that?" I asked breathlessly. It was a wet dream. I'd just had a wet dream about a man who was treating me like crap? Being locked up was definitely turning me crazy.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

My husband I'm sorry, yes, I have betrayed you in a wet dream. Sweat soaked all over my body. Oh my God, I hope my relationship is delicate. What are my strange dreams? I could not possibly report this to my husband, and he might go berserk and nightstand with wild women there. I don't want my husband's body to be touched by other people. Hah! crazy dream. How can this dirty dream enter into my sleeping flower?

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

I could picture his thick pierced cock driving into her, the silver ring dragging along her walls the way it had teased my entrance earlier. My hand shook as I pressed two fingers against my clit. I rubbed slow, matching their pace. My juices were everywhere, soaking the sheet under my ass. I wanted to push inside myself so bad, but I stopped every time the edge crept close. Their rules. I bit my lip until it hurt, listening to Sarah cum hard, her cry sharp and long. Mark followed with a low groan, the sound of him filling her making my empty cunt clench hard. Then silence. I stayed awake for hours, thighs sticky, nipples tight, the ache between my legs worse than pain. When sleep finally to

My fingers were coated, webs of slick stretching between them and Ryan’s cock jumped in his grip when he saw them. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re soaked. Been playing with that tight little pussy while you watched me?” I nodded my throat too tight to speak. “Words, baby. Use them.” “Y-yes,” I whispered but voice sounded wrecked already. “I… I had a dream and a woke up so wet I couldn’t think, then i came down for water and… heard you.” His eyes darkened. “And instead of leaving, you stood in the dark and fingered yourself to me jerking off.”

The wet sounds of her pussy were obscene in the quiet room—slick, squelching as I used her sleeping body. I reached around and rubbed her tiny clit, making her tremble. She came in her sleep, her pussy clamping down rhythmically, milking my cock. I had to bite my lip to stay quiet as I kept fucking through her orgasm. Her juices coated my shaft, dripping down to my balls.

It looked just like Cassie's; all meaty and delicious looking. Unwilling to take a chance on running into either of them I stripped then climbed into bed and just called it a night. My sleep was plagued with graphic dreams of both my sister and my mother. The next morning I woke with a start unsure as to what was wrong. Glancing over at the clock on my nightstand I saw that it was only six-fifteen. Groaning I turned on my side and discovered what had woken me. I was laying in something wet. Throwing the covers off I looked down and saw it was a puddle of sperm. I almost laughed out loud. Shit, I'd had a wet dream, something I hadn't had in a long while. Climbing out of bed I slipped on a pai

I am Lily, a writer of the darkest, most forbidden desires. By day—or rather, in the quiet hours when the world fades—I craft tales that twist pleasure with primal fear, where innocence shatters under the weight of monstrous hunger. My fingers have never known a lover’s touch. I remain untouched, a virgin whose body stays sealed away while my mind roams the shadows of lust. Every story I pen is an escape, a secret indulgence. The words I spill onto the page are my only release.

Knight asked with a worried tone. I avoided his eyes and I sat properly. I’ve been dreaming a lot of weird things lately. It all started when my life was taken from innocence. I thought it was just a normal dream at first, but as I got older, I noticed how frequently I dreamed, not to mention how those dreams are connected, like they're a story. "It’s much worse today," I whispered. "How come? Did you dream of flying dragons now? " He laughed. I gawked at him. How would he react if I told him that it’s not just flying dragons but wolves that fight with swords that could kill only them? I shook my head and decided to just keep my mouth shut.