Dirty Dream Novels & Stories

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

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Lyanna said, her voice soft but firm, “Tell me what’s going on. What exactly have these dreams been like?” I rubbed my hands over my face, exhaustion taking over as I relived the nightmare that had plagued me once again. “It’s always the same,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m standing in a dark room, and Dorian’s there—his voice echoing in my mind. He keeps telling me I’ve lost everything, that my empire is falling apart. But it’s not just him. There’s something else, someone else. I don’t know who or what it is, but it feels like they’re controlling me. Watching me. Making me question everything.”

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 curled fetal around the bolster, pussy pulsing contentedly against its warmth. She didn't clean up. Drifting off fully at last, blanket clutched between thighs like a lover, Charlotte dreamed of endless rides, body finally sated for now.

POV: Dante The relapse came without warning. Dante had been drifting in a shallow, uneasy sleep, he was trapped in a heavy, repetitive nightmare about the ambush at the rail yard. In the dream, the loud screeching of train cars on the tracks echoed all around him, making it impossible to hear where the danger was coming from. The dark shadows of Victor’s men seemed to stretch out, closing in on him. He tried to run, to find cover or fight back, but his feet felt incredibly heavy and slow, as if he were sinking deep into the thick, wet mud near the old mill. No matter how hard he struggled to move, he couldn't get away.

I woke up to the feeling of being watched. The room was still dark, only the faint blue glow of pre-dawn slipping through the curtains. Damian was propped on one elbow, eyes roaming over my naked body like he was memorizing every inch he’d already claimed. His cock was already hard again, thick and heavy against my hip, leaking at the tip. He didn’t say good morning. He simply rolled me onto my stomach, nudged my thighs apart with his knee, and dragged two thick fingers through the sticky mess he’d left between my legs last night.

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

There was relief in that smile, and gratitude, but also the fierce exhilaration of someone who had finally broken free. "Xenia Wells. Is your dream still alive?" I smiled back. "Evermore." The light vanished, and silence returned to the office. Yale, my future self, the two boys, even the rift in time itself were gone without a trace. The old phone's screen went dark again, and this time, it never came back on. I drove to the coast alone.