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Kristen rubbed at her twat, wondering what she should write next. There's that D&D game coming up, she thought. My best friend will be over. Mmm, what if it became naughty? >>>>>>>>>>> Virgin's Naughty Fantasy Dream Kristen Miller was hanging out with her friend, thinking about that next naughty story she wanted to write in her journal. That leather-bound one she had found at the Dollar Store for a steal. She had written three so far. Three naughty stories. This evening, she sat on the couch with her friend Natalie while in the dining room, which was just to the right, her older brother Carter held his weekly D&D game. The guys were off to rescue an elven princess from an ogre.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

he tells me sympathetically, with a knowing look in his eyes. l notice Fred watching our exchange, I grimace knowing he has been a witness to my nightmares. “The Nights Watch?” He asks me. I nod, while taking some deep breaths. “Yeah, same as always. Only my dream started with a memory of a girl I met when I was a child. So very strange,” I answer. “I promise, not a word of this will be said to anyone,” Fred tells me, and I believe him. “Shall we continue?” Damian asks.

Colton didn’t get anything done for the rest of the day but dream of his new hire, Miss Nadia Burlesque. ****************************** Colton was all she could think about. His voice played in her mind penetrating through the appending darkness. She tried to open her eyes to answer him back. But she couldn't speak, her eyes they couldn't see. Exhaustion finally taking over, she finally slipped further into the darkness.

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I should have remembered him; there was no doubt of that in my mind. I slammed my hand down on the bed with the grunt of frustration, Why can't I figure out who the hell he is? I thought angrily. This was the fifth time I had dreamt of him in the last month and I couldn't bear not knowing who he was to my weary, befuddled mind. I looked at my alarm clock, it read 5:15 AM. I don't have time for my run this morning. I had wasted too much time on my 'Phantom of Dreams' as I'd dubbed him. It was better than the 'ghost of Opera' like from Phantom of the Opera. Who came up with that anyway? I sighed as I got up and gathered my running clothes, walking around and in between the cardboard boxes as w

Evelyn’s perspective In the days that followed, I had vivid dreams every night, with the content of my dreams growing increasingly strange. I dreamed that I gave birth to a daughter, and her father was Nicholas. I also dreamed that someone was chasing me, and I fell off a cliff. It was confusing and quite disturbing but I didn’t know what to do about it. At first, I tried taking more medication to control it but for some reason, the medication didn’t work. Meanwhile, the frequency of my dreams increased. Dreaming had severely affected my sleep, which made my work efficiency drop. I had no choice but to see a doctor. The doctor who had treated me years ago had retired, so I went to the hospit

Every step away from that estate feels like a breath I didn’t know I was holding. By the time I reach the dorm, I’m shaking again. I shut the door behind me, toss my bag to the floor, and collapse onto the bed. The kiss. Clara. The whispers. It’s too much. I curl up under the blanket, burying my face in the pillow, Damien’s scent still lingering from the dream that refuses to leave my bones. I’m drowning in a storm I didn’t ask for. And something tells me—it’s only just begun. ⸻

Grant told her as he headed to the door of the kitchen and came across me. A sigh of relief left my chest. Jojo was mated, and Grant was only being friendly and nice. Damn, why was my heart feeling light at that? Was it that bloody dream? It was affecting me! How could I undream about him, wipe the bulge in his pants and his delicious dream touch off my mind? Stine was a witch; maybe she had a forgetting spell or an anti-dream balm! If I kept having those dreams, no focus or cold water would work.

Destiny said collapsing on the chair opposite him. "Well, that's not too bad. So tell me how can I help?" Dr Connery said smiling. Destiny wiped her forehead with her hand and gave him an apologetic look. "Can you tell me something about dreams?" "Dreams? What sort of dreams?" Destiny took a deep breath," you might think I am crazy but I had a very vivid dream...about three kids trying to run away from their crazy dad. It felt so real. I felt as if I was there. And Alpha Jake was there, though he was a young boy." She rambled on, unaware that the doctor was staring at her transfixed.