Novel & Cerita Lesbian Dreams

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. And that thought alone m

"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

It was a perfect plan except for my dream Tuesday night. I had a bit too much to drink at dinner on Tuesday. That is what I blamed for my dream. It wasn't unusual for me to dream about a hunky stranger taking me back to my hotel from a bar. But this time it wasn't a man. It was a woman. She wasn't hunky, but she was confident, beautiful and knew she wanted to be with me. Before you wonder where these thoughts came from, back in college I did make out with a couple of different girls at parties. Alcohol was always involved and usually a dare from other people at the party spurred the action. I never admitted it, but I always got turned on by kissing another girl and when I would get home afte

Lisa stood by the window, staring at nothing in particular. She had been stuck at the office for hours without being able to do a single thing. Thoughts of the previous night filled her head. As she pushed herself to work on the first file Sonia had brought into the office that morning, she told herself the reason she still felt overwhelmed was probably because she had never been touched for the last seven whole years since she took that dreaded decision to trade a tasteless marriage for Will’s safety. However, it didn’t stop the vivid dreams.

Everyone out there saw her as the reliable one the friend who baked cookies for bake sales, volunteered at the shelter, and never missed a family dinner. Sweet Lila, with her neat ponytail and cardigans. But tonight, as she gripped the edge of the sink, her mind replayed the fantasy that had haunted her for weeks, the one that made her pussy ache with a hunger she could never admit aloud. She imagined him Jake, her brother's best friend, the one who'd crashed at their place a dozen times over summer barbecues. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy grin and callused hands from his construction job. In her daydreams, he didn't see the good girl. He saw the slut begging to be used.

Sophia staggered as emotions washed over her: A mother in Brazil dreaming of a daughter she had lost. A child in Mumbai imagining a city made entirely of music. An old man in Cairo reliving his first love. A soldier in Damascus dreaming peace he had never known. Each dream was a spark. Together, they were a constellation. Sophia’s breath trembled. “This is… beautiful.” Lumen responded with something like awe. • Humanity dreams in color beyond spectrum. • You dream in contradictions that coexist. • This is more than memory.

It had been days since I’d forced her into servitude, and with each passing hour, the weight of my actions pressed down harder on my conscience. As sleep began to take hold, I found myself drifting into dreams. But these weren’t just any dreams. They were vivid, filled with images of her—Lily, with her radiant yellow eyes that seemed to glow even in the darkness. I saw her scrubbing the dungeon floor, her hands raw and bloodied, yet her spirit unbroken. Each night, she invaded my dreams, challenging me and defying me. It was infuriating and strangely alluring.