Dream Of Kissing Someone の小説・ストーリー

My hazy features refused to come into focus, but my eyes remained clear and deep blue as I gazed at her. I tried to inch away, still fearful, but my limbs refused to cooperate. Leaning closer, the man covered my mouth with his and kissed me softly. I knew I was dreaming, but everything felt so real. The roughness of his hand against my skin, the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips... I felt myself relaxing and sighing as I sank into the kiss. It was strange how the nightmare had turned into a sex dream, but I was ready to enjoy the fantasy my mind was creating.

The only thing I could hear in the dark was the rain, my beating heart, and our breathe. Derek's face came closing the gap between us, as his lips that I've always dreamt of having, came locking with mine, kissing me passionately. I felt my whole body vibrating on feeling his tongue tangling with mine. Am I dreaming? My questions were answered when Derek guided me into my room leading me into bed. I was too engrossed in the kiss that I failed to stop him while he was taking off my clothes. I've always wanted to have him in my hold. I've dreamt of this day with my crush, and it's finally happening.

Eva went to her room in Kyle's house after dinner. She laid on her bed as she thought of the second dream she had that day. The dream setting was Kyle's room. She was lying on Kyle's bed and Kyle was lying sideways on the bed staring at her. Eva smiled at him and Kyle said "I just want you, I want you all to myself". In a split second, he was hovering over her and soon, his lips landed hard on hers. They kissed each other like hungry Lions and she woke up to find herself in Kyle's room. This dream happened just before she went downstairs to find Elle with a tray of food for Kyle.

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

So, since it was only a dream… I let out a long sigh. “F*ck it,” I muttered while pulling her hand to my shoulder and gripping her neck, bringing her into a kiss. How many times had I dreamed of this? How many times had I imagined the taste of her lips? I held the back of her neck like my life depended on it, feeling every moment, every touch as if it were real. It was just a kiss inside a dream, but for me, it was the closest I would ever get to her. So I savored it. I let my lips dance against hers, ran my hands along her back, her waist, holding her against me.

Seeing this, David grabbed her hands, turning her to face him as he firmly held her face. "Dream or not, I hope you remember this tomorrow." Before Emma could react, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. She stood frozen, eyes wide open, unable to move. She could taste the remnants of beer on her lips, and the kiss felt intoxicating enough to make him drunk. At that moment, Emma closed her eyes, savoring the kiss, believing this truly was a dream. It had to be—only in a dream could she meet him again. Only in a dream would he kiss her like this.

It was a sight that took my breath away, reminding me of the depth of the connection we shared. As our eyes locked, I could see the raw passion and desire reflected in his gaze. It was a silent invitation, a longing for our souls to intertwine in an embrace that transcended the physical realm. With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, I leaned in, closing the gap between us, our lips meeting in a tender and passionate kiss.

It was a kiss filled with weeks of unspoken desires, a culmination of emotions that had been suppressed for far too long. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and the warmth of her touch sent shivers down my spine. Our bodies leaned closer, our breaths mingling in a silent symphony of longing. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and urgent with every passing second. It was a dance of tongues and whispered promises, a silent declaration of support and commitment.

He put his arm where her neck was. She was in a deep sleep. She didn't even know that he had kissed her. There was something soft on her lips. It felt like a fluffy cake. In her dreams, she took a bite out of a luscious slice of cake. "Yummy," she murmured. Kieran was wordless. He touched his bitten lips and smiled. "What are you dreaming about? You bit me." She talked in her sleep. "Honey. My hubby." Kieran smiled again. "You're biting me in your dreams?"

"We don’t even know each other." "Yes, we do." I lower my head and nuzzle her nose. "You and I have spent a lot of time together. I distinctly remember you sucking my cock a couple of nights ago." She gasps, and I whisper seductively, "Do you remember what I told you? What I promised?" Her cheeks turn an attractive shade of pink. "It was a dream," she murmurs, breath hitching. "It was only a dream." "Not a dream," I correct and brush my lips against hers. "It’s called dream-pairing. There’s a difference."