Dream About Kissing Someone Novels & Stories

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

The kiss deepened, a perfect blend of intensity and tenderness, our mutual longing and affection for each other coming to the forefront. As the kiss continued, it was as if the world around us ceased to exist. The only reality was the feeling of Damon’s lips on mine, the gentle caress of his hand on my cheek, and the warmth that spread through my body. It was a kiss that spoke of shared dreams, unspoken promises, and a bond that was strengthening with each passing second.

Eva I've never wanted to kiss anyone before. Not like that, I mean. Before Nathan showed up and changed my whole life. I kissed a guy for the first time during that summer holiday a few years back. But he wasn't my boyfriend or anything. He was just a guy from our neighborhood and we used to hang out together. I hated it.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

It is one of the reasons that tell me it is my dream. I want to thank him for coming to my dream. My eyes are getting heavy and I'm feeling tired because of crying but I want to thank him before my dream is over. I want to thank him for making me feel good. For letting me know that I'm not unwanted. I kept my small hands on his hard chest and kissed him on his lips. His body became stiff but it relaxed in a few seconds. He kissed me back gently and it felt so good. Between my kiss, I whispered thank you and drifted off to sleep. I still felt soft lips on my lips, cheeks, and then on my neck. He murmured something that I didn’t understand. This dream always feels so real. I smiled at my thoug

The fear of rejection is always so strong. “I promise. Open those eyes.” His thumb lifted my face upward. All dreams must come to an end, sooner than later. I just wasn’t ready yet. Instead of opening them, they got squeezed shut. Tighter and tighter I squeezed, not ready to give up my dream. Suddenly, my body was thrown back and the weight of something hot and heavy was on top of me. I barely got a gasp out of my mouth before I tasted the sweet taste of my mate. This kiss was hungry and full of passion. My hands snaked in his hair, keeping him close to me.

So, since it was only a dream… I let out a long sigh. “F*ck it,” I muttered while pulling her hand to my shoulder and gripping her neck, bringing her into a kiss. How many times had I dreamed of this? How many times had I imagined the taste of her lips? I held the back of her neck like my life depended on it, feeling every moment, every touch as if it were real. It was just a kiss inside a dream, but for me, it was the closest I would ever get to her. So I savored it. I let my lips dance against hers, ran my hands along her back, her waist, holding her against me.

But seemingly out of nowhere, Elliot and I start kissing each other in his hotel suite. Oh, the fucking hell! Is this some sort of dream? Because if it is, I don't want to wake up ever. I just want to be in this scenario now and forever. I closed my eyes, still feeling the kiss, trying to figure out if this is the reality I'm in, or if my imagination was playing tricks on me as it always did.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 I’m not any closer to getting back to my senses; things are even worse now. I feel like my brain is in reverse. “Who the fuck did I kiss?” I wanted to disregard it by tagging it a naughty sex dream inspired by my hormones, but that would be a lie. I’d be lying to myself. Such an intense kiss is too fucking… FUCKING real to be a dream. I can still feel movement strongly on my skin, like someone was touching me, and the memory of the kiss increases my temperature. How can that be a dream?

It was almost like he was trying to convey something through the kiss. Like he was trying to use he kiss to show me the things he could not put words to. Then I took a nap. I dreamt about our future, Blake and I. I saw us get married and have kids. It was a lovely dream and I did not want to wake up. then I heard his voice, he was telling me that it was dinner time and the food was yeah.