Dirty Dream Novels & Stories

DAMIEN A scream shatters the silence of the night. It’s sharp, raw, and filled with so much pain that it jolts me upright in bed. My heart pounds as I turn to Anna, who’s thrashing wildly, caught in the grip of a nightmare. Her cries are broken and desperate, her hands clawing at the air as though fighting off invisible demons. “Anna!” I call out, shaking her gently. “Baby, wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up!”

“I don’t know… I just remember the red mist, and the sky was burning… and someone was crying. It wasn’t me, but I could hear it.” Zane sighed and sat back. “She’s not making it up. She’s stuck in something… something deep.” “It’s been happening every night,” Sierra murmured. “The same dream. The same blood. The same burning sky.” “We’ll figure it out,” Dane said quietly. “Whatever this is, we’ll find the cause.” I looked down at her. Her face was still pale, her lashes wet with tears, her lips trembling. “Come here,” I said softly and pulled her back into my arms.

With that thought, he closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to engulf him, and prayed for the strength to overcome the trials that lay ahead. But instead of finding respite in sleep, Dirk was plagued by a series of vivid and haunting nightmares. In his dreams, he was trapped in a maze of darkness, pursued relentlessly by shadows that whispered his deepest fears and insecurities. He fought to escape, but the walls of his subconscious closed in around him, suffocating him with their weight.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

Damian croons. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me back the way he came. As we move through the dreamland, the horrible forest of my nightmare slowly transforms. Gone is the blood and horror, the unwelcoming darkness that tormented me so terribly. It’s gradually replaced by the glittering woodland of our dream dates, and I feel myself changing too. No longer an injured, frightened little girl, but the woman I am today. I don’t know how long it takes, but Damian carries me all the way to our dream bed and climbs on, pulling me into his lap, “There now. I’ve got you, baby. It’s Over.

The synchronized orgasm ripped through us, proving his words in my shattered mind. Afterward, he unstrapped me but left the toys inside on low. “Video call with our friends in ten minutes. Be my good shadow.” Dressed in a thin sundress, and toys buried in my holes, I knelt beside him on camera. Damien controlled the app on his phone. As we chatted casually with friends, the vibrations surged. I bit my lip bloody trying not to moan. “Serena, you okay?” a friend asked. Damien smiled, cranking the intensity until I came silently, my thighs shaking. “Just… tired,” I gasped, humping the air subtly.

Damian lay on his back, Arielle tucked against his side, her hand resting over his heart as if it belonged there. He waited for the familiar tension. The restless shifting. The sharp edge of sleep. The dreams that always came, dragging him back into dark corridors and raised voices and locked doors. But the night remained still. His breathing slowed. His thoughts drifted. For the first time since Arielle had known him, Damian Blackwood slept through the night without a nightmare. And when morning came, it would find him unchanged by fear, and finally, completely free.

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

My dad was obsessed with getting me into Kingsbridge University or Central University, the two best universities in the country and two of the top universities in the world. He claimed it was for my own good as he made me retake the SAT, time after time. The first time I took the SAT, I scored 1360 points, more than enough to get into a highly ranked college. He tore up my offer letter and made me repeat the SAT. The second time, I scored 1440 points, enough to guarantee a spot at an elite college. He wouldn't even let me apply. I had to repeat the SAT. This time, I had scored over 1520 during all three practice exams. He was certain I would get into Kingsbridge University or Central

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every