Fem Dream Novels & Stories

“No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

Tears well up in my eyes. "Martha what is wrong, are you okay?" She touched my shoulder and I flinched again. She touched me, I felt it. Why does this feel so real? Was it real? Had I been dreaming all this while. Oh my God! "Mom?" "Yes sweetie, talk to me, what's wrong?" "Are you really real?" My mom and dad exchanged looks. "Ofcourse I am real" she caressed my cheek. It did feel real. "Whatever dream you had, it really got you whipped" Liam commented. Typically Liam will make jokes at serious moments.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

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.

Deangelo. In the depths of my unconscious mind, vivid dreams unfolded, carrying me to a realm of enchantment and mystery. Within these dreams, there was a woman, a presence that stirred my soul in a way I have never experienced before and the funny thing was the fact that she was not even my late wife, but her significance to me was very much undeniable, a unique connection that resonated with every fiber of my being.

“That night, I was supposed to mark Bernice… and then you stood in front of me, talking about your dream. Especially the woman dressed in white.” He met my eyes. I frowned, confused. The woman from my dream? I hadn’t dreamed of her in a long time—and I was grateful for that. No more headaches. No more waking up in the middle of the night. “The woman in my dream… what about her?” I asked, shrugging slightly. “The way you described her,” Fitch said quietly, “matched the appearance of the Moon Goddess—Sarah—perfectly.” I froze. “Sarah—the woman you saw in your dream—is the Moon Goddess.” Fitch lowered his gaze to our joined hands, his fingers interlacing gently with mine.

Candles flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows over her body, and the scent of musk and vanilla filled the air. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and fear, searched mine as I approached. I could feel the heat between us, the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface of our relationship. In this dream, the barriers between us were gone, and all that was left was raw, animal need. I was the Dom, and she was my eager submissive, ready to submit to whatever I desired.

Princess Deze. Another wonderful dream from Father I raise my hands. "I'm already doing it, you can actually stop now" I say to the heavens. Father have been sending fairies to plant dreams about Princess Deze for months now. Stubbornly I held out for months now deceiving myself that I can refuse his will but right now I will do anything to stop having these dreams. They leave me mentally exhausted and vulnerable. I've met Princess Deze several times in the past, I'm not blind so I can admit that she is probably the most physically beautiful female I have ever seen. Yet I feel no connection or attraction to her.

She moaned and it hit me right in the gut! “May I have some time alone with her, please?” Her mother smiled and nodded, leaving us alone. I looked at her beautiful neckline. She was so pale. So fragile. She moaned and her hand slipped down her body. She was sweaty all over and I could smell her arousal. It was clear that she was dreaming and I wondered if she was dreaming about me. I have heard stories of what females dreamed about while they were in heat.