Dream About Kissing Someone Novels & Stories

Eva went to her room in Kyle's house after dinner. She laid on her bed as she thought of the second dream she had that day. The dream setting was Kyle's room. She was lying on Kyle's bed and Kyle was lying sideways on the bed staring at her. Eva smiled at him and Kyle said "I just want you, I want you all to myself". In a split second, he was hovering over her and soon, his lips landed hard on hers. They kissed each other like hungry Lions and she woke up to find herself in Kyle's room. This dream happened just before she went downstairs to find Elle with a tray of food for Kyle.

My lips curved up with smile of the thought Harry kissing me. I removed my fingers from my lips and slammed my forehead with my palm. What the hell was I thinking? Harry and I were not even in relationship yet I was dreaming about the kiss with him. He didn’t even know I love him but I kept imagining the moments with him. I had gone insane. But... how to kiss a guy? I don’t even know because I never had a kiss. Will Harry feels fine if I do it wrong? Will I enjoy it? Ugh!

Amelie replied. They then shared a long passionate kiss that they both had longed for. Amelie's sudden awakening from the disturbing dream left her disoriented and fearful. She couldn't believe that she had dreamt of kissing Gerard, the very man who had been a source of anxiety for her since her arrival. Her emotions were a jumble, and she shivered involuntarily.

My hazy features refused to come into focus, but my eyes remained clear and deep blue as I gazed at her. I tried to inch away, still fearful, but my limbs refused to cooperate. Leaning closer, the man covered my mouth with his and kissed me softly. I knew I was dreaming, but everything felt so real. The roughness of his hand against my skin, the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips... I felt myself relaxing and sighing as I sank into the kiss. It was strange how the nightmare had turned into a sex dream, but I was ready to enjoy the fantasy my mind was creating.

I fell asleep quickly, joking to myself, “New place, let the groom dream of the bride.” I see Kays—and he is furious. His brows are drawn together, his lips tight, his gaze full of liquid fire, fixed on me. I miss him. I haven’t seen him for less than a week, yet I already miss him so much… The strange thing is, I clearly know this is a dream—that he isn’t really here—so I boldly step closer. He wants to say something, but I reach for him and silence him with a kiss. In a dream, I’m allowed anything… and I shamelessly take advantage of it.

But she already told me she is not coming back here ever so who? He remembered he kissed someone earlier but the person's face was not clear to him,” The kiss I had also, was it a dream as well? The lips taste so great and I have a feeling I have tasted those lips before. I guess it’s a dream and can not be real, it can’t be, I can't have such a hot kiss with a lady, I might just fall unconscious while doing it if I am to try it out again, for the past 14 years, no, it can’t be. I guess this is the new me, kissing in a dream.”

I need to have some rest. As I close my eyes, a flashback of them kissing me is being repeated in my mind. I feel hot, and come to think of it, two hot guys are kissing me. I wake up and feel my cheeks, and it's so hot, then I sleep again.

She was baffled as to why she had a dream in which she was passionately kissing him, but she acknowledged that the sensation was genuine and pleasant. She stared at the pictures of him and wondered how someone could be so charming yet cruel. As she looked at his face, the event from the previous night flashed through her mind, and as she touched her lips, she said, "Did it really happen or was it all a dream?" She was running her finger along her lips as if to remind herself that his touch was still very much present on them. She was able to detect his soft touch in every part of her body. She was so preoccupied with the kiss that she failed to notice that someone had knocked on the door thr

“You’re changing me. Dangerous.” “No,” she said gently, “just… softening the edges.” A beat of silence stretched between them. “I dreamt about you,” he said. Her breath caught. “What kind of dream?” “The kind I wouldn’t be allowed to say out loud in polite company.” He leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers in a lazy, tender kiss. “You were laughing. Wearing a white dress. And there were flowers everywhere.” “Sounds like a wedding,” she teased. He froze slightly, then covered it up with a half-smile. “Maybe my subconscious is more romantic than I thought.”

Lost in my thoughts as I began to read over and over a particular subject that I hated the most during my day's schooling, I tried as much as possible to recall it whike bracing through it only for something wet to meet with my lips taking them in a kiss I think. It didn't stop there just like yesterday,the kiss was great and nice that I had to open my mouth giving it a chance to sway his tongue around in my mouth leaving it to fight for dominance in my mouth rolling and pushing the tongue off. Doing this over and over for awhile, I parted my legs for support as I continue to enjoy the stress I put him into in my dream. I can't wait to have him like this physically, I thought blushing as I c