Forbidden Dreams Novels & Stories

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

⸻ The unfinished world transformed. ⸻ No longer a destination. ⸻ No longer a paradise. ⸻ A living reality. ⸻ A reality allowed to change. ⸻ Allowed to grow. ⸻ Allowed to fail. ⸻ Allowed to heal. ⸻ Allowed to choose. ⸻ The exact thing everyone had been fighting for. ⸻ Freedom. ❤️ ⸻ 🌙 The Dreamer’s Farewell The Dreamer looked at the newborn sky.

The moment the door closed, the house felt different — heavier, more dangerous. I spent most of the day hiding in my room, reading my secret romance books to distract myself. The stories of innocent girls being seduced by older, forbidden men only made me wetter. Was I really turning into one of those girls? By midnight I couldn’t fight it anymore. I stood in front of my mirror for a long time, heart racing. I changed into my shortest silk nightdress and, after a lot of hesitation, put on a tiny black lace thong underneath. I felt so shy and slutty doing it, but something inside me wanted to look desirable for him.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

Heather's Point of view I dreamed. A strange dream. My dream tells me that I am no longer a wolf and that I can no longer suffer the torment I feel because that world is too advanced. Moreover, I imagined that mating was frowned upon in that universe. The servant is referred to as a maid. And in that society, many objects are utilized for sex. It's referred to as a sex toy or adult tools. I even had a dream about those things. [Dream]

He couldn't let his father take everything that he work so hard for years. As time went on, Samantha's feelings for Tristan intensified. She couldn't stop thinking about him, even when they weren't at the office. She replayed their conversations in her mind and dreamed of a world where they could be more than just step-siblings. The guilt of her desires weighed heavily on her conscience. ~ The house was unusually quiet, their parents having left town for an important client meeting. Tristan was left in charge, his mind wrestling with the forbidden desires he harbored for Samantha. In an attempt to distract himself, he found himself flirting with their maid.

I say. Then adding, “the dream ability allows me to see and infiltrate dreams and discern an individual’s fantasies. Like now, with you. You want to kiss me more but fear that I will go too far. You want me but fear me so picture tying me up and riding my cock, but you also want to watch Raff take me from behind while you caress his body, but you don’t want his silvery seed to be ruined by my ass so picture it spraying over my back or abdomen where you can lick it up. You consider whether spanking me would be a reward or punishment and get hot, picturing a riding crop when I mention it. Am I right?” “You aren’t wrong,” She whispers.

An attraction which keeps pulling me closer to Ricky no matter how hard I try to detach myself, to forget about him and move on. I didn't just give in to this deadly timing bomb deep inside my head. I fought for freedom, stay locked in my room to avoid seeing his face for some time, maybe, just maybe, I would be able to get over that forbidden attraction that keeps tugging at my heart. At night, I find myself crawling back to him in my dreams. Ricky would fuck the shit out of me in my dreams and I end up drenched, wet and soaked when I wake up. I have no explanation to such, but it wasn't a good one.