Romans & histoires Erotic Dreamz

Our emotions guiding us as we continued, only releasing our lips from one another to breathe. Erik trailed kisses down my neck, devoured my breasts as though they were candy. Sucking, licking, and nipping them. Sending mixes of pain and pleasure through me. My core ached as the pressure grew. He moved his mouth back to mine, sliding his legs between mine. I wrapped my legs around him, giving him no time to pull back as I pushed myself onto him. A mixture of a gasp and moan leaving my lips as he began moving in and out of me. His pace growing faster and harder with each moan that escaped my lips. Our bodies felt like one. As we moved together, the sound of our moans and skin smacking filled t

While Jack quickly backed away, I gasped and blinked my eyes several times to try to focus on Joshua, but the transformation was so fleeting, it was gone before I could register what I saw. It was then that I noticed Marc leaning against the end of the bar at the opposite side of the room. His eyes locked with mine and, once again, I felt that erotic electrical charge. I’d grown so accustomed to making love to him in my sleep that I no longer dwelled on it during waking hours. That electrifying charge brought the memories of our dream-state love making back full force. I could feel his lips burning against my flesh as he brought me to the brink of ecstasy. We’d progressed from kissing t

Megan walked toward her desk trying to bide her time until she could figure out what to do, she knew that she was in her own head. “Have you been reading those horror books again?” Eric looked confused as he picked up an old leather-bound book with Latin scribbled across it. “You know it always messes with your dreams.” Megan stood up tall at the word “dreams.” Why would Eric have said that? She knew that they have never talked about her dreams and that was because he would go screaming into the night with what was in her head. “Really? You got to be fucking kidding me?” Megan cocked her hip out in frustration while she tapped her foot. “So, now you are changing forms now?”

Just as I was about to reach my peak, he stood straight and hoisted me up. "Wrap your legs around me, Angel eyes. I'll take you now" He ordered huskily and I obliged right away. I felt his rock hard member on my entrance. He captured my lips as his length invaded me... I opened my eyes just to find myself sweating profusely. I felt so hot! I could feel my entire body trembling but not with fear or any negative reason; it's because of the dream that I just had. I couldn't believe that I dreamed of such kind of erotic thing and the most shocking part was, Adrian was my partner in that sinful act.

can’t. Even now, my body remembers him. The way his touch ignites every nerve, the way his voice dips when he’s murmuring my name. It’s like my brain and my heart have formed some kind of masochistic alliance, keeping me trapped in this endless cycle of longing. This morning, I woke up from an erotic dream, drenched in sweat and aching in ways I wish I could forget. The dream was so vivid I almost couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. And the fact that my pussy was throbbing didn’t help matters.

Especially men, and that was clearly not a good sign. For example, I couldn’t stop thinking about the giant who might be lying on my sofa watching TV. Yes, I was talking about Eric. And after that, I even had erotic dreams about Blake, something that, I must admit, had never happened before. I don't know why all this is happening, and losing control of my emotions scares me. I read books and write book reviews too, I often imagine things, but things like this have never happened before. Things like suddenly getting wet from a dream.

I open my mouth to scream as my orgasm rushes through me when. Beep, beep, beep. Fuck! I lay breathless in my bed, a thin layer of sweat glistens on my skin. I groan, rolling over to turn off the alarm. This always happens. Since the night of my 18th birthday five years ago. I have been having erotic dreams of two men. Men, I have never seen before. Sure, according to my doctor, these dreams have manifested because I found my now ex-boyfriend fucking my mother in my bed.

Although at this point I don't care if she hits them or not, I'm here for something else. I bury my face in her neck and inhale deeply, touching the soft skin of her tummy underneath her shirt as she tries to focus her chakras and call all the gods so they can help her hit something. "I had an erotic dream last night," I tell her, and she stops babbling incoherent things, "It’s not a big deal but I wanted to come clean because it included you and... Marea."

*** Jeremy moaned in his sleep. He was having the most incredibly erotic dream. He was standing under a waterfall with Ryan. Ryan was in his arms, with his arms and legs locked around him as it had been during their kiss in the arena. But this time around, they were both naked with Jeremy slowly fucking into Ryan. Somehow, Jeremy knew it was a dream. Hell, he was fucking a willing Ryan. That was too good to be true. But that was one dream the alpha didn’t plan on waking up from. Jeremy moaned throatily when Ryan licked and sucked at the side of his neck until he felt as if he was on fire even though he stood directly beneath the falls.

I could smell her shampoo, something clean and cheap. Her lips touched mine. It was tentative, closed-mouthed, clumsy. Boring. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She gasped, a tiny, shocked sound, but her lips parted. Her tongue met mine, shyly at first, then with a sudden, surprising hunger. Her hands came up, resting lightly on my shoulders. The kiss deepened, turned wet and messy. The taste of cheap vodka mixed with something uniquely her. I pulled back, breathing hard. “Not bad,” I breathed, my own pulse hammering in my ears, in my pussy. The alcohol and the darkness and the sheer wrongness of it were making me wet. “New dare. Lick my pussy.”