True story.
Waking up, something didn’t feel quite right. Tingly and warm, I am pretty certain I had a sex dream. Of what I can’t be certain, but what I can be certain of is that my panties were absolutely saturated. The white high waisted underwear was so wet that if I were to wring them, they would drip. I even surprised myself with the sheer quantity I had produced. My hand slides between my legs with the lightest of touches to feel my panties, utterly soaked. Retreating, my fingers are so wet that it appears as if I ran them under a tap. Despite how aroused I felt, unable to play I go about my day, wondering what I had dreamt of to be so hot and bothered. It’s not until much later that I can really dwell on such thoughts.