Erotic Dreamz Mga Nobela at Kwento

Eros was in a deep sleep because of the mask he was wearing Eros had a strange dream that he was having sex with someone. Eros though it was just a dream until he heard the woman moan he instantly woke up and push her off of him. he took the mask off his face and earplugs out and saw that it was one of Shawn Virgin's wife. The wife's name was Katie and she was number 13th blood drip down her leg. Eros was in total shock and disturbed by this. No words could explain the way he was feeling and it showed on his face. '' What the hell are you doing? ''Eros said,

“Patience, baby. Daddy’s going to eat this pussy properly. I’ve dreamed about tasting you for four fucking years.” His tongue finally flicked out—slow, broad, and flat—licking a long, filthy stripe from my dripping hole all the way up to my swollen clit. The moan that tore from my throat was loud and completely broken. He groaned at my taste, the vibration sending sparks of pure electricity through my entire body. “Fuck, Maya… you taste even better than I imagined. Sweet and filthy, mixed with my cum. My perfect little secret. My perfect little whore.”

As I drink her juices , licking and cleaning off every last drop of her release as she spasms and quivers under me. GUILIA NERONI’S P.O.V. I must be dreaming! Or no…. Maybe am back to having those day dreams of him again! Those filthy wet dreams where he occupies my mind like a bad pornography movie that doesn’t have a stop button! The ones where he’s doing dirty, filthy things to my body. But this feels real, the orgasms tearing through me is confirmation that this is really happening. I could still feel his hot mouth on me as I scream out his name, my heart and body almost bursting as a feeling so intense rips out of me.

"You were so bold in the dreams, spreading your legs and begging for me. Now you won't even look at me?" His towering frame trapped me entirely against the wall. That intoxicating scent of cedar and raw male dominance completely swallowed me. His rough fingers traced my collarbone—first gentle, like handling fragile porcelain, then pressing down with punishing force. He pressed exactly onto my star-shaped birthmark. "The second I saw this star, I knew you were mine. My mate." His voice dropped to a whisper. "For three months, I have kissed you every single night." I trembled uncontrollably. "Why... why did you trick me in the dreams?"

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

Rhea woke up with perspiration on her face, she had the most visual erotic dream ever, it had felt so real. She used the tips of her fingers to touch her lips which quivered at the touch, she remembered as Jason had teased, sucked and bitten them in the dream, her hands moved from her lips and down to her neck.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, but all the electricity I felt was between our bodies as he pumped inside me, over and over, pushing me higher until I sat on the edge of the sweetest oblivion. He thrust deep, and I gasped as the spasm took over. My core quivered. My blood rushed like a hot stream of molten lava. I gasped and bolted upright. I wasn't in a field in Italy. I was in my bed. In San Diego. I had just had an erotic dream about my boss.

ERIK I dreamed last night. I dreamed of being hit over the head and dragged out of my tent. I dreamed of being back in the barn, afraid for my Realm, sure I was going to die. I thrashed around in my sleep, finding a soft body in my bed. In my blind panic I felt the need to be in control, to dominate. I climbed on top of the body and ruthlessly jammed my rod inside, pounding in and out, finding a release for all the fear and anxiety that was riddling my body. When I opened my eyes and my senses returned, I saw that Tova was under me, looking up at me with wide eyes, silent. I rolled off her in horror.

There were stains of her discharge on her sheets, she was doused in sweat, “That was the prince who saved me from my nightmares. He was the figure in my dreams. Now I’m having sex with him?” She noticed that her nipples were erect, and she was still wet down there, “Fuck” she cursed under her breath, “Well, if you can’t finish me off yet, my sweet prince, allow me the honor of doing it myself.” Vida closed her eyes and focused on the dream once more, with just a bit of concentration she can feel him. With grace, she moved her right hand down to the spot where she had felt him rub her. It was still wet and sticky due to the erotic dreams she experienced. A dream that was too real for her.

she panted, "only yours." It was wrong to fantasize about such things—but Eric didn't care. Dreams are all he can have and no one can take them away from him. He snarled loudly as orgasm shot through the air, coating him with warm, sticky semen.