Fem Dream Novels & Stories

And just as she was about to part her legs for him to explore some more. Fernanda’s phone alarm rings, her eyes open wide from the loud sound of crazy frog singing. Fernanda reached for her other pillow and squashed it against her face, trying to hate the fact that she was dreaming of a man she never wanted to see again but her privates disagreed strongly. She thought about how wonderful it had been to been to be in the arms of that handsome devil, her face lit up and her toes curled, a little blush on her cheeks made her a little steamy under the pillow she placed on her face.

With this, Dem's heart started to get wild again. “ Honey… “ He murmured gently right into her face. His eyes are not comfortable and calm. Seems like he wants to say something about her, but was doubting to spill it. In Dem's perspectives, Fergus was indeed the man in her dream. “ I want to tell you something… “ He said with a low voice and his luscious adams apple moves intensely.

But I knew that that wasn’t something I could imagine. I couldn’t sleep well. I tried to make myself sleep but I just couldn’t. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours when sleep finally found me. The dream was weird. I was in a forest; I was standing on top of a garden bellow. I jumped down and landed on my feet. The walls were so high and the only way to go in and out was though two huge boulders and you’ll have to climb up the roots of the trees. A lake was near me and a huge tree was rooted near the wall. It was like a bowl. I turned to a figure in front of me. It was a woman. I staggered back. She had jet black hair that reached her shoulder blades and it was braided in a French br

The fantasy felt so real I could feel the hands on my skin, the thick cocks stretching me, the rush of power as I commanded them all while locking eyes with the man I loved. I came out of the meditation gasping, my panties soaked, my heart pounding so hard I thought the counselor would notice. That night, the vision returned in my dreams, but twisted. Liam wasn’t just watching. He was participating. He was fucking me alongside the others, whispering that he finally understood, that he wanted the Queen as much as he wanted me. The dream felt so real I woke up moaning his name, my hand already between my legs, fingers buried deep inside me as I chased the fantasy to a shattering orgasm.

With that thought I got up and went to get a shower and go to bed. As I slept I had this dream that seemed so real. I dreamt that I was in a brightly lit field in the middle of a forest. The ground was covered with soft grass and bright fragrant flowers all around me. Standing in the middle of the field was a beautiful woman. Where have I seen her before I wondered. Then it hit me she was the moon goddess. this part is the father of Kara speaking

“Harder please! Break my bones! Ugh!” “Ahh!” I screamed as I felt my bone break. I sighed when I woke up from sleep. Fucky! That’s my dream again! My clothes were wet, my sweat was dripping from my forehead down to my neck. My room is air conditioned but I sweat a lot. I look down at the middle of my thigh. I can feel the sticky liquid there. It’s not just my wet clothes but my femininity. Fucky! My dreams are getting worse now, since I saw vampires in the forest.

My mate is horny. Normally that’s one perk of the mating bond, I enjoy and fully open myself up to. Every night, I dream of her, my dreams being the only place I’ll allow myself to have my mate. In my dreams I fuck her, I hold her, and make love to her. My dreams are the only place we can be together. Most mornings, I wake up either hard or with cum soaked sheets.

She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immensely powerful. They sat on her until she was ready to move, and once she started to walk down the dirt path barefoot, the owls followed her on the journey, one always leading the way.

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

The face of a girl in deep, dreamless sleep. But inside, I’m screaming. Jack’s thrusts get longer. Deeper. More urgent. He’s found a rhythm now, fucking me with purpose, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place while he uses my unconscious body for his pleasure. “She’s so fucking tight,” he pants. “Even after – even while I’m – Jesus, she’s gripping me. Like she wants it. Like her body knows what’s happening even if she doesn’t.” “Maybe she does know,” Tyler says quietly. “Maybe she’s dreaming about it.”