Dungeon Dreams Novels & Stories

With that thought cradling my spirit, I surrendered to sleep, the memory of Vale’s gaze lingering in my mind like the soft glow of the moon on the forest floor, a beacon guiding me through the shadows of my dreams. **** The dream shifted, a soft haze enveloping me as the world of shadows transformed into the dim light of the dungeon. I could feel the cold stone beneath me, the damp air thick with moisture and despair. My heart still raced with the memory of Vale, the captivating gaze that had momentarily lifted the weight of my chains.

"Do you have a question, kitten?" She nodded. "You may ask one question." "What is this place?" Blake crossed to the stove to peer into the tub of water. "This is my play cabin. Some Doms have a dungeon, I have a cabin." He returned and stopped behind her, lifting her hair, twisting it up and securing it with a large tortoiseshell clip.

Sex Dreams Intro:Sex Dreams, wet dreams are normal especially when your mind is fixated on a particular delectable specimen. Could be male, female as long as you have deep forbidden desires for the people in question your brain tends to project your wants in your dreams. Fleur's P.O.V. The one frustrating is the word to use when one can't express ones emotions. One sided crush are the literal worse, here I am loving the fool from afar, desiring Miles Kentucky in my head, dreams literally everywhere my eyes set it’s sight on him.

Like eels, they slipped away and dissipated completely. Mother beckoned me closer and my feet moved towards her of their own accord. "Open it!" She instructed. I frowned, but did her bidding. As I clamped a hand around the handle shaped as a lion's head, I pushed and the steel door creaked, as it swung open --- right into another world. Light bursted out from above and I shielded my eyes against the sudden brightness. When they had adjusted somewhat, I braved a glance at my surroundings, scanning the large cavernous room with an awe that surpassed being in the presence of the queen of England.

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

I had dreamed about this wedding more times than I could count. For five whole years, I revised and refined it. I stayed up countless nights to piece together my vision of perfection. Nobody knew every detail better than I did, from every angle of the lights to every shade of the flowers. I memorized them all by heart. Today's rehearsal brought out a crowd. Officially, it was just a rehearsal, but the scene was as grand as the real thing. Jason even called in a pretty well-known photographer from his circle. I knew him as well, and his name was Zeke Wood.

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.

I study him carefully. “You’ve seen something,” I say. His jaw tightens. “That’s not your concern.” “With respect, Alpha, if something is happening in your dungeon, it is my concern.” He turns slowly. For a moment, I see something in his eyes I rarely witness. Doubt. “Lately,” he says, voice low, “I’ve had dreams.” I don’t interrupt. “Shadow and whispers.” He exhales sharply. “I dismissed them as stress.” “And now?”

"Not until he's detained somehow! I can't leave. If he's free, I know he'll come for me." "Well, you'll just have to stay at my home." Pastor Gene lives in a gated community, so my evening ends peacefully, and now it's bedtime. While sleeping, I was awakened by Tristan's scent. Soon, I feel him touching me. Suddenly, I envision him entering my room. He's only wearing shorts as he walks very slowly towards me. I begin to undress. I'm now lying on my back nude. But once he starts undressing, I say no and start covering myself with the comforter. He snatches the comforter and begins making love to me, violently. I begin to moan like the woman at the camp. I'm now screaming like Monique in my d

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.