Dream Of Kissing Someone Novels & Stories

Our breaths mingled as our lips finally met, a slow, passionate kiss that seemed to obliterate all the confusion and pain from my heart. "Emma," he murmured against my lips, his voice a low growl that reverberated through my soul. His touch was gentle yet possessive, each movement filled with an intensity that made my legs tremble. I could feel the bond between us tightening, anchoring me to him in ways I never truly understood. But as the dream became more vivid, more overwhelming, a pang of guilt pierced through the haze. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself gasping for air, the steamy tendrils from the shower intertwined with my breath. I shook my head, trying to dispel the lingering

She didn’t want to lie down, and maybe she wouldn’t realize that the young man had left him. Trisha felt that the young man was sighing steadily while stroking her hair gently. She didn’t want to talk anymore, and he might get cold with her, and he might get angry again. Until she fell asleep, she carried the person she was hugging in her dreams. She smiled and got her first kiss from the young man, even in just a dream.

The kiss deepened, a perfect blend of intensity and tenderness, our mutual longing and affection for each other coming to the forefront. As the kiss continued, it was as if the world around us ceased to exist. The only reality was the feeling of Damon’s lips on mine, the gentle caress of his hand on my cheek, and the warmth that spread through my body. It was a kiss that spoke of shared dreams, unspoken promises, and a bond that was strengthening with each passing second.

The fear of rejection is always so strong. “I promise. Open those eyes.” His thumb lifted my face upward. All dreams must come to an end, sooner than later. I just wasn’t ready yet. Instead of opening them, they got squeezed shut. Tighter and tighter I squeezed, not ready to give up my dream. Suddenly, my body was thrown back and the weight of something hot and heavy was on top of me. I barely got a gasp out of my mouth before I tasted the sweet taste of my mate. This kiss was hungry and full of passion. My hands snaked in his hair, keeping him close to me.

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!

Liam, with his arms wrapped around Rose, held her close, as if protecting her from the worries of the world. In the midst of his slumber, Liam stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips. His subconscious mind whispered secrets to his body, and he leaned in, brushing his lips against Rose's bare shoulder. A tender kiss, laden with affection, left a trace of his love upon her skin. Unbeknownst to him, his actions spoke volumes, even in the depths of his dreams.

But she already told me she is not coming back here ever so who? He remembered he kissed someone earlier but the person's face was not clear to him,” The kiss I had also, was it a dream as well? The lips taste so great and I have a feeling I have tasted those lips before. I guess it’s a dream and can not be real, it can’t be, I can't have such a hot kiss with a lady, I might just fall unconscious while doing it if I am to try it out again, for the past 14 years, no, it can’t be. I guess this is the new me, kissing in a dream.”

It was really Rhio in that dream…so I pinched him. “Ouch!” “You’re so cute…even in my dreams.” He pinched my nose in return. “Ouch!” “Now tell me this is a dream.” “Bu---” Then suddenly, he kissed my lips. I just closed my eyes. That dream felt very real. And it was teasing me. “I love you very much Jasmin…” @Death Wish

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 children's smiles illuminated the world around us, their eyes shimmering with unbounded curiosity and wonder. Amidst the joy and laughter, the face of a man emerged from the dream haze—Duncan. His presence stirred within me a mixture of emotions, as memories of our complicated past intertwined with a flicker of desire and longing. In the dream, he approached me with a magnetic allure that had always drawn me in. I felt myself being lifted off my feet as his strong arms enveloped me, and our lips met in a passionate and intense kiss. It was a kiss that ignited a familiar fire within me, evoking emotions that had long been dormant.