Daydream Stories Novels & Stories

Everything all at once. The orgasm went on and on and on. Rolling through me in relentless waves that seemed to have no end. By the time it finally began to fade I was completely destroyed. Tears streaming down my face. Body limp and twitching. A lazy dazed smile plastered across my lips that I couldn't have removed even if I tried. I laid there gasping, staring up at the ceiling, trying to remember what my own name was. Tina stood up beside the bed. I turned my head to look at her and my breath caught all over again.

As they met in a quaint café, Zelda couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the prospect of unburdening herself. "Dawn, I had the most peculiar dream," Zelda began, her voice tinged with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension. "Werewolves, long tunics, and an enigmatic chalice... It all felt so vivid and haunting." Dawn leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with understanding. "Dreams can often hold hidden messages, Zelda," she explained gently, her voice carrying a soothing tone. "They can be windows into our subconscious, offering glimpses of untapped wisdom and guidance."

My virginity was gone. *** “Uggggg!” I gasped, opening my eyes. I was fully drenched in my sweat. I sat up quickly, looking around the room. Sidd wasn’t with me anymore, it was just a wet dream. A replay of an unfortunate one-night stand with a movie star. I touched the space on the bed beside me and smiled. I closed my eyes, ready to dive into the morning after the night. “Mommy! Mommy! “ the cheerful voice of Zeehan, my baby got me out of my reverie. He ran to me with open arms.

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

Mareili rounded up her lunch and retired her room, she took up one of her Mom's Novels and lay on the bed to read. As she read the book which talked about a teenage girl facing challenge, an idea pooped into her head and she immediately scampered out of the bed, heading to her Mom's room, she had decided not to visit the room until her Mom's funeral but she needed something to pour out all her thoughts and she could only find it in her Mom's room.

My eyes were burning a little, and my voice was getting softer, but my body refused to sleep. He told me stories—little ones that didn’t seem important but felt important because he was the one telling them. Times he got into trouble as a teen. The first drink he ever mixed. How he preferred the quiet corners of noisy rooms. I found myself smiling at things he said, even when they weren’t supposed to be funny. I rolled onto my stomach, hugging my pillow, listening like a kid listening to a bedtime story. Sometimes he said my name, and each time it sent a tiny jolt through me. The way he said it… slow, deep, like he enjoyed the sound of it.

Forever. On a chilled January afternoon, I’d shared this dream with my friend, Biswa and my elder brother Nisim. Biswa looked baffled. He had laughed at it and said it was all because of reading Alice in Wonderland over and over again? I was baffled too, because Biswa knew so much about fantasies and dreams and visions and he laughed. I was baffled because for me dreams, fantasies and vision were the same thing. Stories.

Matthew with tears welling up. With so much difficulty, Angel finally nodded, even though he doubted he would be able to return here. No one could be sure he would survive tomorrow's battle, and it was possible that tonight would be his last night with his mother. "Tonight, can I sleep with mommy?" Angel asked while wiping the clear liquid on his mother's face. "Of course you can, darling..." "But before going to bed, we should party first." Angel smiled mischievously between sobs, then reached for the wine bottle beside her mother's glass.

Caleb and Tucker scowled. Exasperated, Arthur yelled at my back, “Naomi, don’t bother coming back if you walk out the door today!” I nodded and blissfully disappeared into the night. ‘Mom, I’m taking your dream and living my own life now.’ … It was nearly midnight by the time I reached the dorms. I briefly unpacked my things and set a photo of my mother by the bed. The phone in my pocket kept buzzing with notifications. I pulled it out for a look. I had dozens of missed calls from Arthur, Caleb, Tucker, and Rhys.

After what happened at the hallway I decided to go to the library and rest but not to read, I can't read with all these mess on my head ,all this frustration is getting a better of me these days, maybe it's the frustration of the scholarship that I applied which e-mailed me asking to pay a specific amount (five hundred thousand naira) for scholarship advancement and the worst part is that I don't even know where I would get the money from,am not even sure if it's legit or scam.