Dream About Kissing Someone Novels & Stories

His caress was like a whisper of love, a gentle reminder of his affection for me. The magic of the kiss was so intense that the world around us became insignificant. The taste of his lips was electric, sending shivers down my spine and setting my heart ablaze. In that fleeting moment, the world seemed to align perfectly, and my mind was free from the doubts that had haunted it. His kiss conveyed a depth of emotion that surpassed any spoken language. The whispers of longing echoed through my mind, mirroring my own dreams and desires. It was a powerful moment where we hugged and became inseparable.

Rolling over on my belly, I hit my legs furiously on the bed and covered my face with a pillow as I laid on my belly, "No no no, it can't be! But why did it look like Mom and Elias just? I mean look at his crotch. Aiden's eyes didn't go there or am I just overthinking? It may not even have happened in the first place." Still in my shitty thoughts, I didn't know when my eyes shut and I fell into a deep sleep. Stretching and rolling myself, I woke up from sleep, "What sort of dream is that? Why would I kiss Aiden in the dream? Just a hate date and I'm already dreaming about him and it's not just an ordinary dream but a kiss? No way!" I said to myself, my voice in a whisper Snapping me out of m

Do you know what I would give to make it reality? I dream about your touch, your taste. God yes, I fantasize about your kiss, what your tongue feels like, what it tastes like. I dream of kissing you for hours upon end. My sense is that I would be just as satisfied kissing you, making out, as I would if we were to make love. Oh, and to make love...the simple thought of it makes me weak in the knees; my heart pounds, and my eyes close as my mind takes a break from reality. The things I would do to you...

Our eyes locked, the unspoken understanding between us creating a cocoon of intimacy. Then, as if guided by the gravitational pull of destiny, our lips met in a kiss that transcended mere physical contact. It was a meeting of souls, a union that echoed the promises we had yet to voice. Our kiss was a conversation, a silent exchange of shared dreams and unspoken commitment that reverberated through the very core of our beings.

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.

Jacob's POV In the realm of dreams, I was ensnared by visions of hazel eyes, gleaming with an intensity that sparked a fire within me. They were paired with lips, so full and hearty, they whispered promises of unspoken words and lingering touches. I dreamt of kissing her, the imagined taste of her lips intoxicating, making my heart pound with a rhythm that mirrored my yearning. My dreams were painted with images of touching her, tracing the contours of her form with a reverence that only heightened my desire. The sound of her voice, saying my name in the most sensual way, echoed in the depths of my subconscious, striking chords of longing that resonated throughout my being.

the twenty-two-year-old moaned and the bigger boy brought his face down and sealed their lips in a kiss that sparked electric shock and their moans filled the room and outside of it drawing unwanted attention. ******** "Jason?" Lover tapped the man who stared at him without saying a word, knocking him out of his trance and bringing him back to the present. "Y-Yeah..." Jason eyed him wickedly having remembered his dream once again. This had to be the second fucking time he has seen this man in his dreams which only meant one thing. He was ready to make his dreams come true. Having no doubt in his mind that Lover would agree since they have both shared their first dream. "May I kiss you?" He r

Without breaking our eye contact he slowly leaned forward to kiss me. Our lips were just a centimetre apart when he whispered –"Please Skylar doesn't go away from me. You are mine and only mine! I am begging you, please don't do this us." Saying this he pulled our bodies together and placed his beautiful soft lips over mine. This could have been very romantic. Kissing your loved one in the rain, but here we are breaking up something that wasn't even there in the first place. His lips were begging me to not go, to open up myself, to not end this wobbling, fragile relationship that was built upon games and lies.

This time when my eyes snap open, I’m not feeling so sad and lonely. I’m confused as ever and a little irritated. Scratch that, a lot irritated. He knew going in for a kiss would scare the shit out of me, and used it to wake me up. I sit up, trying to process what I just “dreamt” about. Who were those people trying to find me? Why was that guy so scared of them? Scared might not have been the right word… but he was definitely wary of them to say the least.

I think about all the ways I can keep the routine while being all too aware of how different this place and my life are from anything I have experienced in my past as I drift off to sleep. I dream about running along forest paths, but then imagine strong arms and bare chests dripping in sweat as the three most beautiful men I have ever met encircle me in sweaty, heated embraces. Liam kisses Ryder and Noah’s lips meet mine and I want to pull away, yet I fall further, kissing him back with fervor. **BZZZZ** **BZZZZ** *BZZZZZ** I reach for my phone and rub my eyes. A slight ache between my legs and disappointment that the kiss wasn’t real settles over me.