Dirty Dreams Novels & Stories

Two souls tangled for centuries, now standing at the edge of their last chance. But no amount of training kept the nightmares away. Every night, Lena slipped into dreams of other lives old faces, forgotten places, the shadow of loss clinging to her like a second skin. And with each night, the dreams pressed in darker, heavier, until she woke gasping and drenched in sweat. And every night, Damien was pulled into them against his will. He arrived at her door again on the seventh night, shirt half-buttoned, sweat beading across his temple, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.

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

Exhausted, spent, and marked inside and out, I collapse against his legs. And then I wake up. The room is dark, sheets twisted and soaked between my thighs. My body throbs with phantom sensations—ass stinging from imagined spanks, throat raw, pussy clenching on nothing, drenched and aching. My nipples are hard and sore from my own unconscious pinching, and my skin is flushed hot. The air smells faintly of my arousal. It was a dream. A vivid, filthy wet dream that left me trembling and empty. Tears flood my eyes instantly. The loss crashes over me: Damien, his dominance, his claim—all fantasy. My subconscious is torturing me with what I walked away from, betraying me even in sleep.

My boyfriend returned from his volunteer teacher post with a quiet girl. She wore bleached clothes and always spoke timidly, calling my boyfriend's name intimately. Since then, everything in our house had an extra copy for her. Winona Chaucer had everything I had and didn't have. I could put up with that, but then came the day of the proposal. My boyfriend knelt on one knee and pulled out a ring box with two rings inside. He looked at me and softened his voice to the point I thought he was convincing a child to accept an unreasonable request. "Winona said she wanted one too. Don't take it to heart, alright? Will you marry me, Liliana Davis" I looked at the identical diamond rings but t

"The dark dreams again?" "They're getting worse," Dareth murmured, his voice dropping into a low scared rumble. "It's the same image every night. Cold ice. A silver altar under a full moon. And a girl bleeding out while I stand there and do nothing. I can feel her pain burning into my chest, but I don't know who she is. I've never met her." My fingers dug hard into the wooden frame of the folding screen. He remembers. He didn't have his full memory of the timeline, but his wolf was carrying the weight of his sin, haunting him in his sleep.

My breathing became shallow and my eyes turned to white because of my vivid fantasies of Diana sucking my hard part. " Yes, Ahhhh, fuck I'm coming baby!" He shouted until his orgasms hit his wall and his mattress. ------- Drake Pov " No! Help!" I shouted when Raquel took my phone and did a very nasty things in front of me. She's in my lap, bouncing her butt and grinding her hips above my hard part. It's a good feeling to released my orgasms but not for her. I'm having sex with a vampire now. At first, I thought I was only dreaming that someone was harrasing me while I'm asleep but it's real. She's been taking me the whole time. I don't understand how. She's a human when we met, now she had f

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

"Do you trust me?" "Yes, that's why I said." How could she say that she was afraid of the rain and thunderstorm? Ravi parked the car in her garage. She opened the door and flicked on the light. "Thank God, light is there. " She offered him her dad's new tee-shirt and a towel and went to her room to change. Before she could take off her saree, the light had gone. She screamed, Ravi was bare chest he ran to her room in dark. "Hey what happened? Why are you screaming? Neighborhood might wake up. " He held her in his arms. She snuggled closer and said, "I'm afraid of darkness". Can you please stay here in my room, holding my hand. Please anything for that"

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

His heavy eyelids open slowly, he groans then freezes, his eyes going wide and his face flares red slightly. “Em- shit I’m sorry” He whispers, pulling himself up so he’s in a sitting position “What’s wrong?” I ask him “Why are you sleeping out here?“ I add, he drops his face into his hands and he shakes his head “It makes me sleep better to be close to her” “Why are you not sleeping?” Drake asks kneeling beside us “Nightmares, that they come back, kill you guys and take us, that they take more samples”