Daydreaming Stories Novels & Stories

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

Yesterday had been blinding and as she laid down in the bed today, she wondered how crazier it could get. Because it would. Undoubtedly. “You good?” Gabe asked from beside her. “Yeah.” “What you thinking about then?” “Just wondering about things.” He turned on his side so he could face her, their faces leveled. “Tell me.” “Well,” she began shyly, “yesterday was nice.” “It was nice for me, too.” And he wasn't lying. He had been fantasizing about being with her for a while, and it had been way better than his fantasy.

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

“I am plagued by impure dreams, Father. Night after night I wake aching, soaked between my legs, imagining a man’s hands on me, his mouth, his cock filling me until I cannot breathe.” Every syllable hits me like a lash of fire. My erection swells painfully, leaking against my thigh. These are my own fantasies spoken aloud—my tongue buried in her sweet cunt, my shaft driving deep while she claws my back. I shift in the seat, trying to ease the throb. “Tell me more,” I manage, voice rougher than I intend. “For the sake of true contrition.” She does. She describes in breathless detail how she dreams of being pinned beneath me, legs spread wide, begging me to fuck her harder. My control frays wi

She drifted off to the distant sound of the fountains below, the steady rhythm of their breathing, and the persistent, delicious ache between her legs. She was already wet again in her dreams. The city glittered beyond the glass—endless lights, endless possibility. And she had only just begun to gamble.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

“You’ve got that dreamy look again. Go on, get some rest before you float away.” I laughed it off and hurried upstairs, but the second my bedroom door clicked shut, I leaned against it and let out a long, shaky breath. My heart was still racing. I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, but all I could see was Bruce, those strong forearms, the deep timbre of his voice saying my name, the way his eyes had darkened when he looked at me in the hallway. I bit my lip, letting my imagination run wild. What if his hand had lingered longer on my hair? What if, instead of pulling away when Anna called, he’d stepped even closer and whispered something filthy in my ear? What if during that birthda

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.

I never believed in the occult. Not really. Sure, I’d dabbled in tarot cards during college sleepovers, giggling with my roommates as we pretended to commune with spirits over cheap wine and pizza. But that was years ago. Now, at 28, I was a practical woman— a graphic designer in a bustling city, living in a cozy apartment that overlooked the twinkling skyline. My days were filled with deadlines, coffee runs, and the occasional swipe on dating apps, hoping to find someone who could ignite that spark I’d been missing. Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm.

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.