Dream Nsfw Novels & Stories

Jason chimed in with a teasing tone, "seems like you had quite the adventurous dream! Big boobs and a bountiful booty, huh? You must have been having the time of your life!" Damian, still trying to shake off the confusion, managed a sheepish grin. "Wait! It was a Dream?, well, dreams can be wild, right? But seriously, where are we and why am I naked?" Jason continued to tease, unable to contain his laughter. "Oh, you're in for a treat, my friend! Looks like you had a sleepwalking escapade. And as for the clothes, well, let's just say your transformation was a tad too rough on them."

Was it a dream? ***

"You took that so well. Now tell me what you want." "I want you," Ella whispered. "Louder." "I want you!" "Beg me." She should have been humiliated. Should have been angry. Instead, she felt herself getting wetter, her body betraying how much she needed this. Needed him. "Please, Mr. Blackwood. Please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need you to make me forget everything but your name." "That is better." She heard the rustle of clothing, felt him step closer. "But you do not call me Mr. Blackwood when I am inside you. You call me Damien. Or Sir. Understand?"

The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

I hate standing around babysitting these bitches. For the main reason, Tiberius waking up would be more for my sake. If he wakes up, maybe just MAYBE I can stop having these fucked up dreams. Bisnonna still hasn’t called me back, but I know these dreams are connected to Tiberius. I see glimpses of him as I have to face off against some pretty weird shit. Yes, more bizarre than the giant Queen of Hearts playing card hitting a hedgehog at me like a game of croquet from Alice in Wonderland.

My wolf was pacing inside me like a caged animal, snarling at shadows and whispering one name over and over. Lucas. Mate. Lucas. Mate. Forty-eight hours. Forty-eight goddamn hours since I’d seen him. And every second since has been a slow descent into madness. The dreams had gotten worse. At first, they were just flashes—Lucas’s hands, his mouth, the unbearable weight of wanting him. But now… Now they were full-on sex scenes. Mating. Rutting. Intense fucking. In last night’s dream, I’d pinned Lucas down, bitten him until he bled, rutted into him like I was starving. And the worst part?

Luxiana Sommeris Damien nodded thoughtfully, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Dreams,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “are mirrors to the soul, reflecting the emotions that dominate both your conscious and subconscious mind.” “Humans rarely linger in one emotion for long, so whatever is strongest within you—fear, desire, sorrow, joy—that’s what the dream realm manifests,” he added. He stepped closer now, his presence casting a gentle shadow over me. His dark eyes locked with mine, and there was an intensity there, a quiet kind of wisdom that reminded me how little I truly understood about his world.

-A dream? we did not observe anything, the tracker said that perhaps it was an indication that Juana never existed, in light of the fact that in addition to the absence of artifact it is the way in which Mrs. Victoria assured him that she has not had dreams related to a girl who does not remember and that in her clinical records there is nothing to say that she has even been pregnant. Just like that, in an insignificant part of a second, he figured out how to stifle the sensation he'd gotten in an entire night.

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.