Lesbian Dreams の小説・ストーリー

Lyana I feel desire slipping between my thighs, and I’m dismayed at how something so dirty can be so luxurious. I sigh, running a hand over my face, and finally awaken from a sleep filled with the strangest dreams I’ve ever had. Not only that, but I see a woman I can’t recognize but who seems capable of embracing her desires, independent and sexy—something I don’t truly feel like. The smell of brewed coffee fills the room, and I sigh happily, reminded of my childhood in Rio de Janeiro: my mother preparing breakfast while my father would pull each of my toes until, unable to hold back, I’d start laughing from the tickling.

LYRA* I'm not sure how long I have been in this dream world of mine. I think I will stay here, though. Who wants to go back to a broken brain and a broken body. Not me, that is for sure. I am content right here in my mystical fairyland filled with creatures you only read about in books and watched in movies. The only time I was out of this dream was when Vega was here. Once she left, I went right back into my dream state, a place where unicorns, dragons, centaurs, fairies, mermaids, and even creatures like werewolves and other shifter beings resided.

But she was out of town shooting an ad for a lingerie brand Levi had never heard of. Crystal was also an escort at another establishment, but she was part of Dreams around the time Colleen was there. Her reasons for moving on, though, weren't clear. Honestly, it didn't matter. Levi was just glad she'd agreed to see them after Mark's terse call last night. As he scanned Seth's detailed report on Crystal, Levi wondered how many of these places were out there. How many other Dreams were out there, exploiting young women under the illusion of financial security and freedom?

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.

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

And now, apparently, my subconscious had decided to turn him into the star of my—ugh—erotic dream. I buried my face deeper into the pillow and groaned again. “Damn it,” I whispered. No matter how hard I tried to push it out of my head, the dream kept replaying itself in bits and pieces. His voice. His smirk. The way he’d said, we’re going to have a lot of fun together. My stomach flipped at the thought, and I hated it. I hated that it made me feel anything at all. I rolled onto my side, pulling the blanket up to my chin. Maybe if I just went back to sleep, I could forget about it. But deep down, I knew I wouldn’t. Because now, every time I saw him, I’d remember this.

Shadow and silver mixed into something terrible and beautiful, and the woman, the White Luna, began to destroy them all, wolves and vampires alike, her face streaming with tears as she killed the children she'd tried to save— I jolted awake, gasping, my sheets soaked with sweat. My dorm room was dark except for the pale morning light creeping through the curtains. My alarm wouldn't go off for another twenty minutes, but there was no point trying to go back to sleep. Not when the dreams were this intense.

"That blind, heartless fool! Seven years ago, you threw yourself into that inferno to save his sorry life, burning your arm so badly you gave up your dream of being a pianist. You sacrificed your future, and for what? So, he could fawn over Harriet, treating her like his savior?" Her voice grew sharper, slicing through my haze. "And he tricked you into getting pregnant, making you believe it was love, when all he wanted was a child to claim his inheritance and marry her. Ugh, it infuriates me! He'd better never learn the truth, or regret will consume him!" She paused, her tone softening with pity. "I've taken care of your discharge and booked your flight out of this nightmare. The Pattons ar