Bottom Dream Novels & Stories

By the time sleep wanted you, you were too lazy to even get up and slip your PJ's on or even your Boxers, so you just slept nude. In the middle of the night you had a erotic dream about me, and in the dream I was walking into your bedroom wearing the Dark Green Bikini that you saw me in when you first caught me Sun Bathing in my own backyard. I climbed on top of your bed and started gyrating up and down while placing my Right Index finger in my mouth and my left hand all over my hair, to tease you in a sexy little strip dance. I then walked off the bed and held out my hand for you to take to which you did not hesitate to accept and led you to your bedroom chair, and in a sexy way I lightly s

Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me. Then, suddenly, I heard Levi's voice. He appeared behind me and cut through the ropes with a swift stroke. While grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the nightmare. When I turned back, the Grant family estate was in ruins, overtaken by wild grass and blooming flowers. I held onto Levi tightly, feeling as though all the misfortune and suffering that had plagued me had finally disappeared. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in a long while. …

Bree saw hope in him. Slowly, drowsiness took over her. Her mind kept replaying the images she had seen in his office. Those thoughts refused to leave her mind. The image of Jackson, eyes closed and filled with pleasure, invaded her thoughts as she drifted off to sleep. She clearly saw his hard manhood moving up and down on his bed. And he was moaning her name. That night, for the first time in Bree’s life, she dreamed of something hot and dirty. She dreamed of intense blue eyes staring at her with desire. She dreamed of being underneath that man, and she was moaning his name, just like he moaned her.

Damien chuckled, amused. “Go ahead.” Liora closed her eyes slowly and the goddess of sleep began pulling her under once more and then a strange thought drifted through her mind. What exactly was it about Damien Frost couches and bed that made her nightmares disappear?

He just did not know it yet. Instead of cooperating in secret, I might as well put my cards on the table. The light that had just returned to Miles’s eyes dimmed again. “Oh... right. Right.” He lowered his head and mumbled as he took out his phone. “Yeah. I’m this dumb, so of course you’d have to go to Victor in the end.” The corners of his eyes reddened. His voice was muffled, carrying a childish kind of grievance. I was helpless. I had just opened my mouth to explain when my phone rang again.

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

It haunted Brent, sporadically at first, and after the accident, it began to appear all night long, switching between periods of deep sleep and rapid eye movement, as if to mock Brent's crippling deficit. The content of the dreams was always changing, sometimes he dreamed of that hotel room so extravagant as to be obscene, sometimes he dreamed of his office, sometimes even in his basement, where everything seemed to be wrapped in dark velvet. What didn't change was that dreams were always about the same person.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

And as the dream gently faded into the recesses of her subconscious, Hazel drifted into a deep and restful sleep, her heart filled with the promise of a new day, brimming with endless possibilities and the boundless potential that awaited her on the horizon. As the night wore on, Hazel's dreams carried her through a realm of possibilities and aspirations. In this ethereal world, she danced among the stars, each twirl and movement echoing the strength and resilience that lay within her heart. The celestial melodies whispered songs of encouragement, guiding her on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment.

After calming their breaths, they both fell into deep sleep. Jasper tossed and turned in his sleep, plagued by nightmares that seemed too real, too vivid. One particular dream stood out. He was in a cozy, intimate room, with soft lighting. In the dream, Luna was with him, her soft voice telling him everything would be okay. He could hear the sound of her laughter, her familiar presence that had once been a source of comfort to him.