Wet Dreams (Erotica Collection)

TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER

This novel is a dark, anthropological erotica that explores the primal depths of human desire, power, and submission. It is not for the faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with morally gray characters, intense power dynamics, or explicit scenes that push the boundaries of consent, this is not the book for you.

This story contains:

• Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black, just raw, unfiltered passion.

• Dark & Dubious Consent – Power struggles, mind games, and moments that blur the lines between pleasure and surrender.

• BDSM & Kink Exploration – Hot, dominant men who take what they want and submissives who crave it in ways they don’t always understand.

• Daddy Kink & Ownership – Obsession, control, and men who make the rules.

• Primal & Rough Encounters – Chasing, catching, claiming. The thrill of the hunt and the sweet agony of surrender.

• Violent & Triggering Themes – Including coercion, captivity, manipulation, and non-traditional relationships.

• Psychological Play & Obsession – Not your average romance; this love is dangerous, addictive, and consuming.

If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please exit now. This book was written for dark-minded adult readers who embrace forbidden fantasies and an unfiltered, primal imagination.

You have been warned. Now, step inside… if you dare.

The Devil’s Visit;

Intro- Zoey is a simple housewife whose husband is never home, leaving her horny and without company.

Zoey’s loneliness became an illness until her devilish step brother comes visiting

Zoey Beauchamp’s P.O.V

Gasping his hands stroked her tits gently. She quivered with excitement, and her pussy oozed from her wetness, She writhed against the sheets and moaned.

Matthew… ooh Matthew… ooh, babe!" She saw her husband's hard swollen cock and reached out to touch it immediately her dreams dissolved into the morning and that's when it hit her, She was alone.

Zoey Beauchamp jerked up her bed, and the covers fell away from her vibrant young body. Her boobs were swollen and pressed voluptuously against the pink fabric of her nightgown, the rigid points of her nipples showing through.

She looked down at the mounds, which ached slightly as a result of the wet dream, and placed her hands around them. As she fondled with her hard swollen nipples slowly, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The long sweep of her red hair shimmered in the morning light as her head moved from side to side.

She felt yet another squirt erupt from her, It was sinful and also dreadful for her to miss her husband so much.

Zoey misses not just his presence but his kisses and touch. She had told herself she should concentrate on the fine qualities of his character and the tender affection he held for her, and she was able to do this when she was awake. But when she slept, a more sensual part of her nature asserted itself and she dreamed she was in her husband's arms, submitting to his strong sexual drive.

Her dreams always ended with Matthew's hard cock plunging into her, leaving her intensely frustrated and lonely.

She got out of bed and entered the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, pulled off her nightgown, and slipped out of the matching bikini pants. She stared into the mirror at her body and thought how badly in need of sex she was. Her breathing was fast paced, her nipples rose bud pink and also swollen too, her pussy dripping of her wetness.

Though Zoey was twenty two years old, her figure remained as youthful-looking as when she was seventeen. Her innocent, pancakeish face reinforced the juvenile image. Had she visited a high school, she could have mingled with the students without attracting any special attention besides that which her exceptional beauty always commanded.

She drew a hand lightly across the tips of her boobs, causing the full mounds to vibrate. Her hand continued downward to stroke her gently curved tummy. Her slender fingers glided through the reddish-blonde tendrils that adorned her cunt mound and touched the top of her slit.

She shivered.

God, I've got to stop this! she thought. It's sinful to carry on this way.

She had never had the need to masturbate before but now the situation calls for it, She turned and presented her lovely butt to the mirror as she bent and started running water in the tub. When the tub was full, she stepped into it and settled down. She washed herself slowly. There was no reason to rush. She had no place to go and, with Matthew away, no one to care for.

She had begged him give up his job as a pilot, and find something to do where she could be with him, even if it didn't pay as well. They could wait a little longer to buy and furnish the home they both wanted, she thought.

After less than a year of marriage, it wasn't right that they should be separated. Mathew had disagreed, he enjoys his job and definitely didn't want to resign from a job that pays so we'll.

If Matthew had let her take a job, the separation would have been a bit more tolerable at least she would have been kept busy.

Also, her earnings would have helped them reach their goal sooner. But he was the sort of man who took great pride in his position as head of the household, and he wanted to feel that he was supporting her. He also had expressed some jealousy at the idea of letting her work in an office or store where other men would constantly be making plays for her.

"You're my wife, and your place is at home," he had told her sternly.

She was happy about his possessive and dominant attitude. But it was difficult just sitting around doing nothing while he was gone.

When she had finished bathing, she dried herself and strode naked into the bedroom. She selected a pair of panties from a dresser drawer and put them on. She took out matching bra and laid it on the bed. Then she sat in front of her dressing-table mirror and began brushing her hair and applying her make-up.

She always wore her hair straight and long, because Matthew liked it that way. Since he didn't like her to use much make-up, she applied it sparingly even when he was away. She had no thought of attracting anyone else. Matthew was the only man she wanted or would ever want, she believed.

As she stood up, the sound of the door buzzer gave her a start. It's probably just a salesman, she thought, but it could be something more important maybe a special-delivery letter from Matthew. She quickly grabbed a dress from the closet, slithered it over her body, and zipped it up as she moved hurriedly through the apartment, her full tits bouncing beneath the thin cloth.

It rings again, "Just a minute!" she called as she neared the door.

Immediately she opened the door, she received the biggest shock that made her heart skip a beat, . Her younger brother stood there, grinning.

More like step brother!

"Adam!" she squealed as she rushed into his arms. Her boobs flattened against his firm chest and her nipples pressed into him.

He put his arms around her tightly and rocked her back and forth. He continued to hold her even after she attempted to draw away. Laughing, he slid a hand down her back and patted her ass through her thin dress and panties. Her plump butt bobbed resiliently against his hand.

Leaving his suitcase outside, he swept his sister up in his arms and carried her across the living room.

"Adam, you devil!" she exclaimed, laughing. "For goodness sake, put me down!"

He bent and dropped her onto the sofa, causing her skirt to slip up and expose the lusciously tapered columns of her thighs.

She quickly pushed her skirt down. "Adam, what in the world are you doing here?"

"That's a long story," the blond, good-looking devilish step brother of hers replied as he straightened up and looked at her.

"Hey, you look great, pancake!"

"Well, thanks. You look pretty good yourself. But how come you're not at college? The semester isn't over yet, is it?"

"It is for me, I'm afraid. I, uh, got into a little trouble."

He turned and walked to the door to get his suitcase.

Zoey followed him. "

What kind of trouble?"

He re-entered the apartment, carrying his bag, and closed the door behind him.

"Hey, where's Matthew? Is he still not always around?"

"Yes," she said with a sigh. "He's been gone four months now. He's got one more month before his first leave."

"That makes it kinda rough for you, I guess." Adam's blue eyes glinted oddly.

She looked away. "It's difficult for both of us."

"Well, you've got somebody to keep you company now. You don't mind if I stay here, do you, Sis?"

This gave her a little shock. She stared at her brother.

"Well, there's… only one bedroom the other one isn't cleaned up yet.

"Hey no worries, I'll take the couch" he said with a grin. "Hey, it's such a pleasure to see you!"

He swept her into his arms again, and his firm lips pressed hers, forcing them apart. He kissed her with more than brotherly warmth.

Zoey responded in a way that first surprised, and then shamed her. This was the first kiss she'd had in months, and she trembled as if it were Matthew's lips which had kissed her. Terrified by her sensual response,, she began to fight Adam, trying to push him away. But he didn't release her until he was ready then stood grinning as if he were extremely pleased with himself.

She quickly tried to regain her composure.

"Wh-What happened at school?" she asked. "You didn't tell me."

"Oh, that. Well, you know me, pancake. I'm quite the ladies man." He shrugged. "So I got one into trouble."

"Oh, No!" Adam!

"That isn't the worst of it. She was the VC's daughter."

Zoey gasped and put her hand to her mouth.

"The bitch had it coming," he said coldly. "Any girl who's too dumb to take the Pill deserves what she gets.

Zoey began to realize that her brother had changed during the last time she had last seen him. Whether this was a result of going away to college or him having reached the age of being a hormonal teenager she didn't know.

He had always been wild getting into one problem after another. But she didn't remember him ever being so callous about it. Of course, he was on his own now, away from home and parents, and she supposed that made quite a difference to a young man.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked. "Or how about breakfast? I haven't eaten yet."

"I noticed seems you just dragged yourself out of bed"His eyes twinkled strangely again.

"I did sleep in this morning," she replied with a blush. "I overslept." She had the uneasy feeling that he could tell by looking at her that she had been dreaming of Matthew.

"Well, I've already eaten. But if you've got a beer in the refrigerator."

"Sorry, there's a no alcohol rule in this house"

"Matthew and I don't drink at all," she said primly.

"Shit!" her brother said and laughed. She turned red. "Adam, shame on you! Language!

"Oh, Sis, you're no fun. You really are." She turned and walked into the kitchen, and Adam followed her.

"You can pour me some coffee if you want to."

"I'll have to make it first. I was just getting dressed when you arrived."

"That explains a lot"Adam says with a mischievous grin on his face.