Romans & histoires Lesbian Dreams

Luxiana Sommeris Damien nodded thoughtfully, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Dreams,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “are mirrors to the soul, reflecting the emotions that dominate both your conscious and subconscious mind.” “Humans rarely linger in one emotion for long, so whatever is strongest within you—fear, desire, sorrow, joy—that’s what the dream realm manifests,” he added. He stepped closer now, his presence casting a gentle shadow over me. His dark eyes locked with mine, and there was an intensity there, a quiet kind of wisdom that reminded me how little I truly understood about his world.

“I'll have sex with you” Lily said with a heavy heart. She couldn't spend another day with this man for her sanity. So she'd pay the fucking price and get the fuck out of his fucking life. “You've made your choice princesa. You'll never forget this experience. Ever” Nikolai whispered in her ear and his breath sent shivers down her spine. “Excuse us Miriam” he ordered the naked maid who stood eyes fixed on the ground as usual. She scrambled over to the bed, picked up her clothes and rushed over to the door where she quickly wore it back before leaving the room.

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.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

Hand on hip, Eryn beamed at Cassie as if her entire world hadn't come crashing down. Groaning, Cassie rolled out of bed, and toddled off to the bathroom. Lost in thought, she lingered in the shower, trying to wash away the dirtiness of the dream. The whole thing was ludicrous. She wasn't a lesbian. She wasn't even bi-sexual, not by a long shot, but the erotic dream reminded her of the last vivid dream that sort of came true and rocked her world in the process. Maybe it was a residual effect from her raunchy sex-fest with Ben.

Valerose I was dreaming about Lexi again. She is all I dream about when I do dream. The dreams just keep getting better and better. I swear I can feel her every time I dream. I can smell her in the room. I’m in bed with her and we are making love. I’m not fucking her in this dream. I have fucked her plenty of times in other dreams. Not this night. Lexi is on my lap slowly riding me. My hands are firmly on her hips not doing anything but holding her. I’m letting Lexi take what she needs from me. She is wearing nothing but a sheer white teddy, her head is thrown back in ecstasy. Her sweet soft moans fill the room.

Evelyn felt ashamed for having a lewd dream about Damian. She realized that in the dream she enjoyed being in his arms. She remembered vividly how it felt to be touched by him. It felt so real. Damian’s arms gave her a sense of familiarity. Like she belonged there. He was dangerous, his world was dark and bloody but it was undeniable that she was attracted to him like bees being drawn to pollen. It was a fact that he was stuck in her mind. When she thought that he could be with other women, her mind was disturbed.

"But you're poor in the wordsmith department. Nora isn't good. She's sublime, incomparable, breathtaking, and graceful. Any woman who can play baseball like Nora is, in my opinion, a goddess." I cringed. "You seriously have a mega crush on her," I said with a smile. "Of gargantuan proportions." "Talk to her then." This time Olive sighed. She picked up a ball and held it in front of her eyes like it was a work of art. "Some girls," she said, "they're right there in front of us, perfect and gorgeous, but so far out of our league, it's just tragic, Darci." "Looks like someone finally understands how I feel for once," I said.

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”