Dark Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

He took me straight to the car and scooped me gently into the backseat. I heard him whisper my name multiple times while he drove away. I didn't know where, but I was certain I was safe. And behind us, was Wet Nights-standing like a bloody empire, soaked in blood, haunted by screams that would never leave the walls. I hated the chaos but I loved the kill. I enjoyed it. It's my therapy.

I’m almost bare by now, only pieces of fabric still cling to my skin, drenched in my drying blood. I should be screaming by now, gritting my teeth through the pain, but I’m totally numb and I keep pushing forward into the night. It’s pitchblack around me and I’m moving on instinct. Following the unknown tug my fingers scraped the surface below me and I let them guide me, digging through the snow. I feel some of them break and bleed. I push myself forward. And then I’m swallowed by the darkness. * I’ve been having these dreams at night for a while, they shook me deep to my core. They are so realistic. Sometimes I think that I am living them. I should instead call them nightmares, because they

Vlash said as he kneels on one of his knee and hold both of my hand while he is gazing up at me. “Almost every night I am having this weird dream or rather a nightmare. It is so ominous and scary. In my dream we are too happy and starting a life together, we have a baby girl and as I am standing on our room carrying our child a dark figure appears and kills me. When I open my eyes I see the black goddess. I also dream one back in the normal world but a little different. It is about me being controlled by the black goddess again and all around me are pile of bodies and blood. I am laughing as blood is all over me. I killed everyone. Those dreams are so ominous Vlash. I want to found out if it

Dreams pulled me under, weaving a tapestry of familiar fears and echoes. In the darkness of my dream, I was alone in a vast, black space—a universe without stars, without light. My breath was shallow as earthy scents filled my senses, grounding me in an endless night. I felt trapped, the darkness taking my space, my air, until the rough feel of wood under my fingers revealed the truth—a box, a coffin holding me in its wooden grip.

~ A M E L I A ~ I wondered if I had gotten even a minute of peaceful sleep last night, which is something I seemed to ask myself every morning I’d wake since… I can’t even remember how long. It felt like forever at this point. Those three recurring dreams taunted me every night without permitting me any relief by allowing me to force myself to wake up. Engulfed in flames, surrounded by crying newborns. Attacked by a wolf with ash fur and eyes like a demon.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Their tongues battled over my cum-filled pussy and ass, licking and sucking messily, making obscene wet sounds as they cleaned me. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. Completely used. Completely worshipped. I finally drifted off into exhausted sleep, surrounded by soft, warm female bodies. Gentle tongues continued licking me lazily — my breasts, my neck, my dripping holes — as if I were the sweetest honey they had ever tasted. And as darkness took me, a terrifying but thrilling thought echoed in my mind: I didn’t want this night to ever end.

A filthy, cum-soaked job, but hey, think about the payoff. I stretched out naked on the cool sheets, skin prickling, tits rising with each anxious breath, pussy lips already parting slightly from the anticipation. Exhaustion hit hard—nerves frayed from the day's bullshit—so I closed my eyes, drifting into a hazy sleep, dreaming of stacks of cash and faceless men pounding me into oblivion.

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

Theon Have you ever been in one of those dreams where you think you're looking at something, but your eyelids are too heavy to keep open? Those dreams where you know the limitations and powers that you processed, but you couldn't command your body to use them? Those dreams where you feel like there's something dreadful watching you and you have to escape, but you can't. You're tethered to something, something dark and heavy that you simply cannot break out from... That's how it feels to be drugged by Wolfsbane.