Novel & Cerita Lesbian Dreams

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.

"You're the Luna. You could delegate." "I could. But I won't." She smiled. "You're different from the woman who arrived at my settlement." "I'm different from the woman who left it." --- The nightmares came back. Not about Vesper. About the Shepherd. About the fire in my childhood home. About the woman with my eyes-my mother- screaming my name as flames consumed her. I woke gasping, Dax's arms around me. "Same dream?" "Same dream." "She's coming." "I know."

And now she knew that, despite not being interested in Dana herself, I had a weakness for the idea of the two of them dyking out. Either when we were having sex or to tease me into having sex, my babe described all sorts of lesbian acts involving herself and her sister. I wasn't sure if what she told me was a recollection of past events between them or just some hot incestuous fantasy she concocted at the moment, but I didn't care. My reactions to Deb's tales were always very enthusiastic. It was insanely hot to pound my girlfriend's pussy or ass while listening to her murmur about the two of us fucking her twin sister and making her service us like a good bisexual slut. That was hands down

"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.”

Calvin had long been my go-to alias for situations where I felt that it would behoove me to keep my identity to myself. "Well, Mr. Spencer, as I am sure that you are aware that this is a dream sync house. We specialize in extended periods of dream syncs that can last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of months." He turned his back and began to walk into the large chamber of resting bodies. "A couple of months?" I asked. "How is that possible?" He didn't turn back to face me when he answered, instead just held his hand out to show me the sleeping people.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. Trying to play the pitiful wife so that West will feel sorry for you? You’re still too naive.” Her gaze flicked past me. Then, she leaned in close to my ear and laughed softly. “Do you think West would keep a woman who maliciously bullies his little sister to be his wife?” After that, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes. West rushed over at once and caught Nina as she swayed, pulling her into his arms. “Nina, what happened?”

"That.....was kind and very heroic of you." A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "It was my pleasure. Literally." My cheeks burned hotter than the steam room. "May I ask your name?" I blinked up at him. And for a brief, strange moment, I wanted to lie. To stay anonymous. But something in the way he was looking at me— calm, amused, intrigued. Made me say it anyway. "Lisa," I whispered. "Lisa Moon." I didn't wait for his reaction.