Dark Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

*** DREAM *** Alina screamed, but no sound came out. She was standing in the middle of a vast, endless darkness. The ground beneath her feet was cold stone, slick with a wet substance. When she looked down, her breath hitched. Blood. It spread endlessly in every direction. “Liam…” she whispered, but her voice echoed back to her, twisted and broken. The darkness shifted. Shadows moved. Figures emerged from the dark, faceless, tall, their eyes glowing red. They surrounded her slowly, circling like predators.

Sex Dreams Intro:Sex Dreams, wet dreams are normal especially when your mind is fixated on a particular delectable specimen. Could be male, female as long as you have deep forbidden desires for the people in question your brain tends to project your wants in your dreams. Fleur's P.O.V. The one frustrating is the word to use when one can't express ones emotions. One sided crush are the literal worse, here I am loving the fool from afar, desiring Miles Kentucky in my head, dreams literally everywhere my eyes set it’s sight on him.

“So, Knight Blackwell, how’s the firm?” “Fine. I just went there to check the first quarter report. Boring stuff.” “Hmm.” “Nirvana, can I ask you something?” “Of course, Zarah.” “Do you believe in dreams?” “Um.” I dabbed my lips before answering. “I think it has something to do with our subconsciousness and brain activity. Why?” “Have you had weird dreams lately?” I laughed softly. “Funny you asked. I just had a weird dream last night. I was in the middle of the woods. It was dark and chilly. I was barefooted, and I saw a gray wolf—”

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

I kept waking in a cold sweat from seeing a hooded figure in the cave, tied with bloodied ropes…struggling to breathe…trembling with fear. My fucking mate. She was fighting for her life, and I couldn’t do a thing to help her. In the depravity of my dreams, I wake up somewhat grateful for them, even through the gut- wrenching pain of experiencing them. It meant she was still alive, it had to…the dreams were my self-conscious seeking her out. Hers, trying to call out to me. As dark as it was, I found myself needing the toxic dreams. I head downstairs, it was only 3am but I couldn’t bare to see my mate’s pain again, and that is

I spaced out. "And how often are those dreams?" "Every time I sleep, but it is more vivid when I sleep at night." I answered. "What else?" "Then… I always dream of a dog or it looks like a wolf. A gray or black wolf. When I dream about that creature, I feel light. It’s more light. I feel calm. But in the end of it, I would always end up killing that creature. And that frustrates me so much. " I sighed in the end.

My dreams were plagued with the walls of darkness. I couldn't get the image and the sensation out of my head. I woke covered in sweat and panting. It wasn't much of a sleep, but I had to get myself together. It was still dark outside, but the sun would be coming up soon. I peered out the window. In the alleyway below, the familiar ember faded into view. Was I really seeing things? My mind mulled over the night before and the conversation with Anton. What he said made sense. But... there was no blood.

"Not until he's detained somehow! I can't leave. If he's free, I know he'll come for me." "Well, you'll just have to stay at my home." Pastor Gene lives in a gated community, so my evening ends peacefully, and now it's bedtime. While sleeping, I was awakened by Tristan's scent. Soon, I feel him touching me. Suddenly, I envision him entering my room. He's only wearing shorts as he walks very slowly towards me. I begin to undress. I'm now lying on my back nude. But once he starts undressing, I say no and start covering myself with the comforter. He snatches the comforter and begins making love to me, violently. I begin to moan like the woman at the camp. I'm now screaming like Monique in my d

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li

Motion slow and languid, like wading through honey, she rocked side to side, clit numb yet sparking faintly with each pass. No explosive peaks left—only rolling waves, gentle contractions milking soft dribbles of arousal onto the already sodden fabric. Her hands roamed idly, one cupping a heavy tit to soothe the abraded nipple with feather-light strokes, the other tracing lazy patterns over her stretched pussy lips. *This is me now—pillow slut,* the thought settled comfortably, no shame, just acceptance. Dawn's first light filtered gray through the blinds by 5:30, painting her sweat-glistened skin in soft hues as the final, shuddering release washed over her—quiet, profound, leaving her curl