Dream Feelings Novels & Stories

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

The nights are the worst. Sometimes I dream in flashes, light, static, whispers of a name that never fully reaches me. In those dreams, I’m surrounded by fragments of code, melting away like snow in sunlight. I always reach out for someone’s hand, but wake up just before I touch it. My chest races, my fingers tremble. I tell myself it’s just a dream, but deep down, I know it’s something else.

Lauren said she loved them as friends and felt very comfortable to be close to them, but she thought sex was inappropriate. Daniel had a couple of dreams in which he watched either of his best friends, or all of them together at once, having sex with Lauren. Each time he woke up with a very hard erection and decided it could be very sexy to watch either cock going back and forth in his wife's pussy. Would he really like it to happen? Maybe!

I say. Then adding, “the dream ability allows me to see and infiltrate dreams and discern an individual’s fantasies. Like now, with you. You want to kiss me more but fear that I will go too far. You want me but fear me so picture tying me up and riding my cock, but you also want to watch Raff take me from behind while you caress his body, but you don’t want his silvery seed to be ruined by my ass so picture it spraying over my back or abdomen where you can lick it up. You consider whether spanking me would be a reward or punishment and get hot, picturing a riding crop when I mention it. Am I right?” “You aren’t wrong,” She whispers.

As Lily stirred awake the next morning, the remnants of her dream still lingered in her mind like a fog. She couldn't shake the vivid images of the Beckham brothers from her thoughts, their faces haunting her even in the light of day. She couldn't help but feel a flush of embarrassment as she remembered the intimate moments she had shared with them in her dream. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, a whirlwind of passion and desire that left her breathless and wanting more.

Her soft, full lips, surprised amber eyes, and the withheld breath. Sometimes, these dreams turn into uncontrollable fantasies during my sleep. I dream of tracing her delicate jawline and relishing the pulse throbbing at the base of her neck. One hand cups her peacefully closed eyes, while the other delves into the sea of her soft auburn hair. And if I'm lucky in that dream, I can feel her warm skin and the delightful scent of her blood seeping through her skin.

The trio—Dylan, Chastity, and Xander—standlocked in a tableau of destiny, the threads of the dream weaving a tapestry that transcended the boundaries of the subconscious. As the dream faded into the recesses of my mind, I found myself suspended between the realms of wakefulness and slumber, the echoes of that surreal encounter lingering like whispers of a prophecy. The moonlit clearing, Chastity's unwavering gaze, and the silent confrontation with my brother became fragments of a nocturnal saga, leaving me to ponder the intricate dance of dreams and the cryptic messages they sought to convey. All the time, that dream never leaves me. It haunts me even in my waking hours. I have never felt fe

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

Men are vindictive pigs period. I closed my eyes and let my mind distract me from the constant throbbing on my back. I dreamt about a beautiful wooden house and a garden full of colorful flowers. I dreamt about laughter and joy. I dreamt about safety and warmth. I dreamt about a motherly hug that made all the bad things go away instantly. My tears fell down on the cot as I tried to imagine her face, her smell, even her touch. I started shaking as my sobbing intensified. If she was here with me, she would’ve never let anyone touch me or lay a hand on me. Why did she have to be the one to die? I always dreamt about how my life would turn out to be if my father died before I was born and my mot

“She must have said something to you. Every dream has a meaning behind it.” Charles blinked his eyes, and sighed. “The girl has been appearing in my dreams recently without saying words. She is silent. She just smiles at me without having to see her whole face, and the odd thing is that I feel her whenever I wake up. I feel her presence.” Silence filled the breakfast room. Charles flickered his eyes from his mother, to his father and then to Mr Hensworth. He rubbed his hands and hunched his shoulder. “And I have a sensation that she might be a lucid, or she's trying to tell me something, without words.”