Dream Of Kissing Someone Novels & Stories

*Make him ours in every way. I closed the last remaining distance between us, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that held years of unspoken longing. Maison responded instantly, his arms encircling me as the bond between us flared with newfound intensity. The kiss deepened, igniting something primal and urgent that had been denied for too long. "I've dreamed of this," he murmured against my lips. "Every night since I first caught your scent." I tangled my fingers in his hair, drawing him closer. "Show me," I whispered. "Show me what you've dreamed."

His deep black eyes sparkled like two flames, slowly approaching her face. She felt like his gaze was captivating her soul, unable to look away. She knew what he wanted to do, and instead of deliberately avoiding it, she closed her eyes instinctively as his lips touched hers. The kiss was passionate, igniting even more desire... Amid the passionate moments, she drifted into a dreamy state, feeling drowsy. She lay on his chest, whispering, "It's not stimulating!" The hand caressing her back suddenly lifted and then came down with a gentle pat.

If I couldn't have everything like my dream, at least, there was a possibility I would get my own Khloe. "I-I don't know, Klo. I just think kissing someone triggers adrenaline rush," I stammered, making a fool of myself. It was obvious that I was just giving a sort of stupid excuses to get her to agree with me. "Whenever I kiss someone, it makes me forget all the stressful things in my life. I just have this theory that if you keep on kissing me while reminding me that you're not Cassie, then maybe I'll start to let go of her slowly because I'm already aware that you're not exactly Cassie." Epic question to myself for today: WHAT??!

It was a kiss that felt like an eternity, yet passed in the blink of an eye, leaving an indelible mark on my heart and a promise of more to come. In that moment, I tasted the realization of a long-held fantasy. Logan's kiss was a revelation, a testament to the years of longing that had brought us to this point. He reciprocated my kiss with a passion that mirrored my own, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers down my spine.

He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her. Many times, for all those times… he had dreamt of how their first kiss would be like. Soft, gentle, passionate… For all those times, he had imagined what it would have tasted like. Sweet, tender, and romantic. Those many times, he dreamt of how her sweet lips would connect with his. As he’d taste the sweet smell of her fruity chap-stick.

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.

Is it me, or is this place hot? When he's not looking at me, I glance at him again, my gaze resting on his perfect lips. I want him to kiss me. Something is terribly wrong with me. I don't just go around fantasizing about kissing any random person. But the dreams I've been having lately have been messing with my head. Wet dreams with a man whose face I never see. But his touch is permanently tattooed at the back of my mind. I shake my head to ward off the thought, and that's when Kaziel speaks.

"I would love to have you as my dinner." I couldn't respond before he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me with possessiveness. His hand trailed up my thigh, tracing along my waist and to my chest, massaging one of my breasts. He lowered his kisses to the side of my neck, and I tilted my head back with closed eyes, gripping both his shoulders. I knew it was just a dream, but why did it feel so real? "Adam . . ." "Yeah, sweetheart? Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you. Anything."

I fell asleep quickly, joking to myself, “New place, let the groom dream of the bride.” I see Kays—and he is furious. His brows are drawn together, his lips tight, his gaze full of liquid fire, fixed on me. I miss him. I haven’t seen him for less than a week, yet I already miss him so much… The strange thing is, I clearly know this is a dream—that he isn’t really here—so I boldly step closer. He wants to say something, but I reach for him and silence him with a kiss. In a dream, I’m allowed anything… and I shamelessly take advantage of it.

I had a wonderful dream that I wish didn't end. My dream, as usual, was about Olivia and me. My wishful thinking. Olivia and I were a couple in my dream, and we were so sweet with each other. It felt like I was floating on cloud nine when she kissed me. The kiss was quick, but it was the sweetest kiss I'd ever had and a perfect one that could only happen in my dreams. My consolation is that it happened even if it was only in my dreams. I know I'm that simple-minded when it comes to Olivia. But, once again, it makes no difference because we will never be lovers.