Dream About Kissing Someone Novels & Stories

She places her right hand on my cheek, like a puppy I lean into it, shutting my eyes in satisfaction. "Because, I love you" she whispers, I feel a soft kiss on the tip of my nose, a current runs through my body. I feel like I'm floating in the sky. I open my eyes with a wide grin plastered on my face. "I love you too my Goddess" I whisper huskily before pulling her luscious lips into a heartfelt kiss. Just then I found myself awake on my bed, panting like a dog in heat. That night I couldn't sleep, for the first time I was scared to sleep. I shook of her thoughts thinking that maybe it was my lack of female company these days that has elicited such dreams.

This gentle, intimate gesture was a whisper of affection, a silent promise of safety and care. In that fleeting, surreal moment, I couldn't quite identify the figure, but it's touch and its kiss spoke of a protector, a presence that watched over me even in the realm of dreams. Then, as swiftly as it had arrived, the figure retreated into the shadows, leaving me to return to my peaceful, dream-laden sleep, bathed in the warmth of that forehead kiss.

The sensations pulsing through me, the feelings he evoked, intertwined us in a dance of passion and intensity. When his lips found mine, the echo of his moan intertwined with my own as we unraveled together. Such an encounter was a transgression against the rules that governed our reality, yet it felt undeniably right within the confines of my dream. As the vision came to a standstill, I was adrift in a sea of confusion and longing. He stilled above me, drawing me into a kiss, a gesture that blurred the lines between my dream state and awakening.

I muttered to myself. Just as I closed my eyes, a sweet dream enveloped me. In the dream, Jayden and I were in the kitchen, and I was against the counter while he was in front of me, with our eyes locked in a loving gaze. We shared a deep, passionate kiss as pancakes heated on the stovetop. "I love you so much," he whispered against my ear, his voice like butter and honey. "I never want to leave you." I felt my heart soar, my soul entwined with his. The dream was so vivid, so real, that I wished it wouldn't end. But, as with all dreams, I woke up to reality.

West pov If someone had told me yesterday that I would be kissing my mate again today, I would have laughed in their face. I couldn’t believe it, and I still can’t. It feels like a dream, a surreal moment that defies logic and reason. But here I am, standing in the present, with her lips pressed against mine, her hands wrapped around my neck, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that speaks of both love and a deep, unspoken truth.

I kissed them through her clothes and she moaned again. Then her phone began to ring, and we paused and then continue our smooching again but the caller seems to be persistent. ******** His breath was so close to my neck that for a while I felt I was living in a dream world, I never dreamed that I could meet someone who can drive me crazy with his kisses and touch, it made me lose all my sense of reasoning. That I could meet someone that can give me feelings of peace and stability. I have always been scared of men in particular. It seemed a luxurious and unreal dream.

But my heart truly wishes to see him. Some guy in the pub came to me and started flirting with me, interrupting my sweet thinking about that mysterious man. I denied him. I felt light in my head and dozed off on the table. I woke up when I had that same dream of Yash kissing me on my lips. This dream is getting very regular for me. It feels so real every time. I was very confused with my feelings. I know this fantasy towards Yash is not real. But the feeling I have on that stranger is very true. Then why the hell do I dream of Yash kissing the life out of me? Why do I dream that the mysterious man is Yash?

I kept having the same dream over and over again. In the dream, I was back at the race track. Sexy Red was kissing me again, just like she had earlier. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her lips on mine, the way she tasted, the way she smelled. But when I opened my eyes in the dream, the person kissing me wasn't Sexy Red anymore. It was Kelly. Kelly with her glasses and her ugly mole and her plain face. Each time, I woke up at that exact moment, feeling disgusted with myself. The dream felt so real that I could still taste the kiss when I woke up. I kept thinking about how I had kissed Kelly earlier when I was pretending to be a good husband, and it made me feel sick.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, then deepened, fueled by unspoken desires. Her dream-self responded with a fervor that surprised even her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Heat radiated from his body, and the scent of his cologne filled her senses. In that dream world, all inhibitions melted away, replaced by a consuming desire. The dream then became a blur of tangled limbs and stolen kisses. Clothes seemed to disappear effortlessly, leaving only the warmth of his skin against hers. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance fueled by a shared longing.

I slither down a bit, lovingly kissing his neck and collarbone. Every little kiss carries a burning love in my heart. I dare not tell Dylan, so I can only use these kisses to express myself. Half hoped that Dylan would understand, but half of me wished he didn't. I am afraid that what happened today is just a wild dream. A dream that I don't want to wake up from!