Dream About Kissing Someone Novels & Stories

Every part of me is burning, tingling like fireworks. Lucy sits closer to me, and I lift my chin, staring up into his eyes while our arms touch. The sheer proximity is gnawing at me. It's getting harder to fight the urge to hug him, hold him, see how it feels. The heat coming from his body is spreading over my arm, and his face, those lips—resisting the desire to kiss him is like trying to swim through glue. "I'm not the one causing your dreams," Lucy says calmly. "It's normal for people to dream about their mates before meeting them. But what I find curious is that you dreamt about me before we became friends."

Zinnia Somebody quickly tell me I’m dreaming and that my boss isn’t pinning me to the wall and pressing kisses down my neck!!! Someone fucking tell me I’m dreaming!!! What the fuck is happening right now? Was this a trance?? Why was the Dylan Reed kissing my neck, and whispering to me seductively?? “You smell so good.” He whispered in my ears, making my eyes widen in shock. Okay now I was certain this was happening for real but why??

Has he married me because he loves me or because he feels sympathy for us? Standing up to leave the altar, he grabbed my hand again and I fell in his arms. Placing my one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest as he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me closer. Brushing my hair away from my neck, he placed his soft lips on mine and kissed me. It was a perfect, gentle and soft kiss in my real life. This reminded me of my friend Bat's kiss from my dreams. Thinking of comparing the two kisses, he let go of my back and I felt like falling down but he held me up again before I could reach the floor and all my thoughts got erased. But why did he let go of my back? Did he read my mind?

Dream or reality, I was determined to savor every second. He climbed onto the bed with deliberate slowness, our breathing deepening as our eyes met—a silent exchange of intense hunger. With primal urgency, he captured my lips in a kiss that was both tender and fierce, the culmination of all our longing and passion. Our mouths moved in perfect harmony, our tongues dancing to the rhythm of our pounding hearts.

he caught my face in the dark and we kissed passionately. "You should stop stealing kisses from me without my permission "He replied smiling with his eyes closed. I chuckled and got back to my position as we both cuddled up again.He was really sleepy so I let him.I stared at him while resting on his chest, I had another weird dream that night . "Why am I so slim in my dream"i asked myself. It was me and yet like it's also like I was another person.I sighed deeply .I wonder when i will stop having such dreams.

She woke up feeling mesmerized, a sensation that was far from ordinary. It wasn’t just a dream; it was a memory she couldn’t forget. The strange kiss he had given her before she left her dream was vivid, haunting, and genuine. She could still see his face clearly in her mind, questioning her, as he moved closer. She felt his hand gently touch her face. Her breath caught when she saw his face inching toward her, and then, as if pulled by some magnetic force, his lips brushed the tip of her nose. A second later, his lips descended on hers, soft and intense, like a lion devouring its prey.

He groaned, one hand dropping to my ass to pull me tighter against him while the other kept tormenting my breast. Heat pooled low in my belly, slick and aching. I couldn’t think clearly anymore. Couldn’t breathe without it turning into a moan. And then the thought sliced through like ice water. I’m literally kissing someone who might be responsible for the things I saw in my dreams. The pregnant woman running and the man who keeps telling me to come find him. And I’m enjoying it? My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. I think I’m out of my mind!

I fall into a deep dream about a man with curly hair and green eyes, and sometime during that dream I feel a kiss on my forehead, but I convince myself it wasn't real and ignore it. When I wake up, he's gone.

This dream looked so real I thought to myself as I found myself kissing. This is too real to be a dream... I finally opened my eyes and it wasn't a dream someone was actually kissing me but the room was too dark so I couldn't see who it was, I didn't mention any names also, I just kissed back but the smell of her perform gave away that it was Miss Esther that I was kissing and between the kissing and touching, I had to stop her. As my breath increased, it was really a struggle for me not to continue kissing her because some part of me wanted that kiss, I mean a big part of me wanted to continue kissing her but it just doesn't feel right calming to love Sandra and kissing Miss Esther in the s

One reason is that I don't want to see her face again and the second reason is the man lying beside me. I can hear his soft breathing, and I doubt he's sleeping. A part of me keeps telling me that he isn't. I asked him to stay with me because that's how I can escape reality and I can convince myself I'm not back in that situation again. The cause of my nightmares. I felt the kiss would mean nothing as he was a man. But fuck, it meant something. Kissing Nikolai's felt different and better, it felt more relaxing than any of my past kisses and he tasted too good for a man.