Dreammare Sin Novels & Stories

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

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.

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

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

I liked the name. I paused taking a moment to think about it, really fucking think about it. Did I want to go down this road with him? Did I want to fuck a man and then leave the city the next day and never see him again? I did. Of course I did. Damian gripped my cheek, gentle but firm enough to face my head into his direction. He bent down when he spoke softly,”I want to know the name of the woman I’m fucking tonight.” Woah.

Little by little, my dreams helped me release the disappointment and pain of being so blatantly used and dumped by Joshua. I’d fallen in love with the Marc of my dreams. If only it could transfer to the real one. Sadly, my interaction with Marc when I was awake was stilted and awkward. In my dreams, we were a couple with a strong bond. In reality, we were two strangers who had a definite physical attraction, but knew minimal about each other. I was embarrassed about the fact that I’d manifested this imaginary love relationship with this man. I clearly needed therapy.

"Okay mum, I'm so sorry to tell you but it is not a guy in my school. It is actually Mister Mitchell, Lily, my best friend's father. ' she thought. Aaargh. That sounds so ridiculous in her ears right now. She takes a deep breath and chuckles. She has to avoid this disaster. Her mum cannot know about this right now. "I am not fantasizing about anyone mum. It's just a normal erotic dream. I am sorry I kind of accidentally stumbled on a porn page and I couldn't help going through it so it's got me all riled up. " She says and Mrs Thompson squints her eyes at her examining her for a while.

he murmured, voice poisonous, “then you’re wrong, Sarang. Because Kim Zayren gets what he wants.” I didn’t know whether to scream or sob. Whether to fall apart in fear for Minjae, or explode in rage at Zayren’s shameless cruelty. His next words came like a death sentence. “And I want you… and my child… back. At any cost. And for that…” His lips brushed my earlobe. “I’d cross any limit.” Tears welled up in my eyes as his grip tightened, stealing my breath, suffocating my will. “Stop… please,” I whispered, a single tear slipping down my cheek. “Please…”

With a wicked smile behind the mask, I hooked my thumbs into the tiny lace and peeled it down my thighs, letting it drop to my heels as cool air kissed my soaked snatch. “Look how fucking wet you made me already. My needy little cunt is drooling for you.” Damien groaned like a man in pain. His hands shot forward to grab my ass hard, spreading me even wider. His thumbs dragged through my slick folds, teasing my entrance. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. I spun around, straddled his lap like I owned him, and sank down so my dripping, bare cunt dragged slowly along the huge length of his clothed cock. I was so wet I left a shiny trail of pussy juice all over his pants.

It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful. I didn't know one could cum from just spanking until I met him. Dormani Nostra was everything dark and evil. His signature smile made me want to gut him whenever he was near. Last night had been both a nightmare and a dream- a dark fantasy dream, one that had manifested right in front of me., without my consent, of course. (But I loved every bit of it. Was that possible? Or was I experiencing some syndrome with a man I had just met a few weeks ago?)