WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA

*CHAPTER 1*

It is a world of those who know what they want and will do anything to have it. It is also a world of those who don't realize what they want, even if it's right in front of them.

However, this lack of self-awareness does not mean they feel nothing. They do feel! Like a termite slowly eating their core. It eats them until their outer layer starts to crack, leaving a hollow structure of bones behind. So, how do they live? Do some of them end up realizing it? Or do they just live a hollow life?

Among these unaware souls was Leena, a twenty-year-old student who had recently rented a single-story house to pursue her studies and embrace the challenges of adult life, as her father had suggested.

She had spent countless serene nights in her rented house since she moved in until that one fateful night.

Wrapped calmly in her blanket, she was nestled into her pillow, her breathing steady and calm. However, the tranquility of her slumber was abruptly shattered as her darkened vision was morphing into the delicate face of a stranger straddling her.

He acted serenely, bearing insatiable eyes, silent, yet his lips seemed to be seeking for something. Thrilled, she flinched at his sudden hands gently pinning hers beside her head and his lips inclining closer and closer to hers.

His body had stirred so adjacent to hers, urging her to accept the lustrous act with heavy breaths and a wriggling body. It was like a dance of slithering snakes, chafing bodies with each other, in a beautiful melody of their varied breaths.

He nuzzled into her neck, trailing his skippy breaths an inch away. Their faces brushed together, like the breeze flowing in from her window, as he moved back and forth from the left side of his neck to the right, creating a forming heat between them.

"I want you." He demolishly exhaled, almost a cry of desire, from her collar to her torso, causing her to whiff in the strong air, and her eyes to recognize him.

He breathed further down to her abdomen, taking a seat in between her legs. "I know who you are." She whispered, examining his face leisurely inclining to her thighs.

"You don't even know my name?" He seemed hurt as he said that, causing her to sit up and regard his gloomy face inching closer to her inner thighs. Astonishment had clouded her and before she could feel his lips graze her skin, she fell back. Waking up to the reality.

Her eyes unbolted in the quickest of motion, widening as she saw nothing but the ceiling of her room above her. Her limbs pulled her up to sit up and observe nothing but her wriggled-up sheets, her beeping alarm, and her messed-up body.

She was wearing clothes, covered in a blanket, and was alone with nothing out of place, unlike her dream.

A state of frustration could be seen on her face as she rubbed her eyes to process her peculiar dream. A strange occurrence in her language.

"I had a weird dream last night." Rubbing her eyes again, Leena whispered solely to Vritti alongside the chatter of her friends grouped around her. In the middle of the cafeteria, she added, with a bit of puzzlement in her tone. "It was a sex dream."

Vritti, her closest friend of the same age, had always been with her. A young woman of a light skin tone with a tall and petite physique. "A sex dream? With whom?" Vritti questioned, letting it ponder on her face, her black eyes peering right into Leena's brown ones.

"I don't know." Unsettled as she should be, her eyes wandered around in frustration, quickly finding the source of her unsettlement. "Him! It was him." She speedily pointed him to Vritti adding, "It's stupid, I don't even know his name."

"Do you like him or something?" Vritti's eyes observed the quiet guy in a blue shirt, sitting so anxiously on a table ahead of them. His friend, sitting with his back facing them was hiding half of his features, not letting them perceive his supple skin shine in the sunlight.