Dream X George Smut Novels & Stories

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.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

Rosie’s POV As my eyes opened to the bright morning sun, a smile curled on my lips as memories of the beautiful sex I shared with Damian flooded my mind. He was so gentle and sweet that I barely even remembered what Austin had done to me. The pain was still there somewhere in my heart, but Damian stirred feelings and desires I didn’t even realize I had. All through the night, my voice had gone sore from screaming his name as he continuously made sweet love to me. I was almost tempted to live this dream, but I knew I had to wake up from that fantasy now.

And now, apparently, my subconscious had decided to turn him into the star of my—ugh—erotic dream. I buried my face deeper into the pillow and groaned again. “Damn it,” I whispered. No matter how hard I tried to push it out of my head, the dream kept replaying itself in bits and pieces. His voice. His smirk. The way he’d said, we’re going to have a lot of fun together. My stomach flipped at the thought, and I hated it. I hated that it made me feel anything at all. I rolled onto my side, pulling the blanket up to my chin. Maybe if I just went back to sleep, I could forget about it. But deep down, I knew I wouldn’t. Because now, every time I saw him, I’d remember this.

Alpha Damien’s POV “I am being serious, please stop laughing,” I said sternly while staring at my Beta,Harold. “I am sorry. I know this is a serious conversation but what do you mean by you were going to have real sex in dream land?” “I was.” Harold looked at me weirdly and sat on his chair, crossing his leg against the other. He gave me a toothed smile and smacked his tongue in his mouth. “Looks like someone is becoming a sex addict.”

“Kane, you’ve been through hell tonight. The blood loss, Durmas’ ritual, it’s taken a toll on you. Whatever you think happened, it wasn’t real.” His words grated against my resolve. I clenched my teeth, staring at him with unrelenting conviction. “I saw her. I felt her. She touched me, Damon. She was here, telling me not to die.” Damon hesitated as his gaze searched mine suspiciously. “You were dreaming,” he said finally, though his voice lacked its usual confidence. “It must have been a dream.” “Then explain this.” I gestured to my face, still able to feel the faint imprint of her fingers. “Explain how I can still feel her touch.”

"Ethan has a way of making people do what he wants. It's like a hidden talent. I bet he'll push them to be painters like him." "They'll definitely be proud parents if their babies turn out to be painters." Miranda moans again. And strangely, that makes me want some sèx too. I want Damien to fùck me. So I plant a kiss on his lips and kneel on the bed. "What are you doing?" He asks. "Getting naked." I grin. "I want you to make me moan." **** The next morning, we wake up to a bunch of screams and chaos. We dress up and dash out of the tent. Everyone is outside. Gina is on her knees, holding onto George's hand. The screams are coming from her. George has a suitcase in his hand and a stern look o

“DON'T GRUDGE ME MY RARE AMUSEMENT, DEATH.” “Take the worm and stow her below-deck,” Samael said through gritted teeth. Dumah's rotten lips cracked in a shark toothed-smile. “WITH PLEASURE.” “What? Hell no! My daydreams about being a pirate wench do not include Nazguls.” Dumah snatched me up with no concern. I gagged on the foul air surrounding him. My clothes grew damp where his oozing hands touched me.

Emma muttered over and over, squeezing her eyelids shut as her body dropped to the sand beneath her. “You’re pathetic if you think you can wake from this dream, precious. This isn’t just any old dream. You’ve got the Master’s Original made especially for you. Now let’s get this party started.”

zero proof of life except in the screaming barks that you see as you walk in the forest past the vast number of trees. Xena howls for me, signaling something and I run to the sound of her howl. I immediately see Damian's face, his body covered in green branches, looking pale like blood was sucked right out of him. "Jeannie, get.. out of here.." He says slowly and unable to open his eyes, each word said through breaths. Xena was awake now and trying to bite away the branches but they would just grow back. Dalia and Goddard find me, Goddard starting to chant something to save Damian and Dalia watches on with a smile on her face.