Dream Cringe Novels & Stories

He uncrossed his legs slowly, and I could see the full outline of his thick, hard cock straining against his trousers. The head looked swollen, pressing insistently against the fabric. He was breathing heavier now, his broad chest rising and falling as he fought to maintain his professional composure. “I keep imagining strong hands on my body,” I continued, my voice shaky and breathy. “Fingers spreading my pussy open. A hot tongue licking my clitoris until I’m shaking. A thick cock stretching me wide open and fucking me until I squirt everywhere My breathing had grown heavy. I was practically panting now.

We three made our way towards the entrance of A block through the stairs as the lift is almost full. " So , what's up ?" Harish asked , I raised an eyebrow at him. " I saw the status." He replied with a teasing smile. " Oh!" That's the only word that left my mouth. " Should I help you?". This guy!!! He's making me blush! " No need! He's just a crush and nothing else." I tried to be stern. " Yeah yeah , just a crush whose closeness with a girl made you hate her to the core and whose smile makes your heart flutter.

Leah Monroe My heart was hammering in my chest when I got inside. Not because I'm practically giving my car away again. No, because I was walking with a thong rubbing me all types of ways alongside a man I clearly wanted to jump. And….. Out of all the cringe worthy things that ran through my mind when I thought of this place, this did not make the list. He brought me into the club, it was a red club, filled with an assortment of naked ass and breasts!

The beast loomed larger and more menacing than ever, its snarls echoing in the twisted landscapes of their latest encounter. Every step she takes in the dream feels like sinking deeper into a pit of despair. The eerie silence was punctuated by the creature's menacing growls, each one more menacing than the last. Her heart races, her breaths coming in short gasps, and she struggles to escape the clutches of her subconscious. Her desperation is a stable constant, a relentless fear that seemed inescapable. Even as she cries out for help this time, her voice is never really released, lost in the void of her twisted dreams.

Blame it all on not knowing what to do with the way he was feeling, blame it all on being eager to know how she felt about him, blame it on wanting to back her into a corner in all sense of the word. He stood there, waiting, hoping that she walked out of that shower stall naked, so that he could see her as he wanted to. Blame it all on being eager to touch her the way he wanted, but couldn't because of the thoughts of being a creep and the fact that she might not want it. Had anyone ever felt like this before, for someone they didn't like, yet liked, without any idea how the person felt, but too proud to try and find out because they were the school hot boy that never dated? Duck, if yes, th

The smirk on his face is cruel, chilling, and it twists my stomach into knots. I jolt awake, gasping for air. My hands clutch the sheets, damp with sweat, my body trembling uncontrollably. I can’t shake the image of him standing at the edge of that building, watching Neil fall with that look of triumph. It wasn’t real, I remind myself. Just a dream. But it felt so vivid, so wrong, that my stomach churns violently.

--- --- --- One could be amazed by the depths of jealousy. Strands of curly blonde hair in a loop of disarray over a pillow somewhere in the middle of the night. Whimpers and pleas trespassing through pink lips when a strong back arches off the mattress. Chris is tossing and turning, sweat beading over his thick brow as his dreams haunt terror and lust across shivering flesh and a racing pulse. Eyes of a blood color luster awakening beneath his skin when his mouth gapes in unspoken terror. "No…" He grunts, pained and thrashing harder against his thick comforters.

The nightmares came back. Maybe it’s just the stress of everything, heck it could be even the fever I’m running, but either way I’m sweaty, achy, and my brain hurts. I roll to my side, breathing fast. This dream had been worse than normal. No longer are they relived memories. Each night, they morph further from real life and dive deeper into my subconscious fears. Tonight had been about Cameron, and it has been the scariest one yet. Every time I close my eyes, I see his limp, lifeless body staring at me from the dream. My heart is racing at what happens next.

Her cries ceased just as the bugs crawled away from her body leaving just bones behind. I screamed and ran and ran until I got home, slamming the door shut and locking it. I slid down to the floor and did what I've been doing for three months now. I cried. *sorry for your loss*

Winter was crying her eyes out like she could feel my pain and maybe she could. “I missed my mum, I saw her in my dreams every night, screaming and begging. The dreams always started the same way. The sound of rain, then the smell, then I feel my head get wet and my mum begins to scream. But just like that day, in that dream, I can not move. My legs are rooted to the ground and my lips are quivering in fear and cold.”