Lesbian Dreams Romane & Geschichten

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.

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

but he must be the first in history to fall for a straight-from-birth lesbian who is incapable of feeling any sort of sexual attraction for a man. Miracles happen all the time, remember? A part of his mind whispered. Will Raine ever be his? Wholly? Is he forcing her to do something that's against her nature because he was too selfish and wanted her to himself? "Stop over thinking, Dane." She whispered, drawing his attention back to reality. "It's unhealthy." "I love you, Lorraine Alana Myers." He said passionately. "I love you too, Dennis Lincoln Chukwuma Hudson." She whispered sleepily.

“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.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

Just then, The clouds rumbled, the rain beat faster upon the thatched roofs and a lightening struck. ~ Same night at Berlin, Germany. Leon and Mareili sat together on the Porch, Mareili's head placed on Leon's Shoulder and Leon's Hand behind her back, busy with caressing her unhealthy looking blonde hair. The Moon, a full Moon!, was already showing up it's cold but comforting face. The two rocked themselves for a while then Mareilli smiled a sad smile. "I remember when mother would have to lay me face up toward the moon outside and sing a lullaby just to make me sleep so she could think properly because I was an involuntary talker, I was eight then"

I close my eyes and listen to the conversation below, “How do you feel this morning, sweetheart.” Lisha's soft voice takes on a musical quality that has the hairs rising on the back of my neck; never before have I been able to describe Lisha’s voice as musical. I inch closer to the trapdoor listening intently as she says, “I keep having these terrible dreams, Mathew, they all start differently, but the end is always the same.” “Do you want to talk about them?” Lisha hesitates, “I don't know?”