Lesbian Dreams Novels & Stories

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.

~ The cloud rumbled, Heavy patter of rain drops on the roof awoke the sleeping Mareili. She rubbed her eyes and it took her a long moment to process that it was already morning.. Hm, she loved this. She loved it when she wakes to see a rainy weather. It makes her believe nature was trying to tell her to make peace with her soul and not trouble it with sadness. She propped herself up with a soft pillow, this time Leon wasn't by her side to surprise or rather shock her and she began to ponder if he had left already. She thought of calling him but immediately canceled the thought. She she slipped out of the bed and stood before her floor length framed mirror where she saw a horror of herself.

When she was first brought into the basement, she tried to formulate an escape plan and even tried to seduce the bodyguard to let her escape. She figured that if she had to weigh between her life and her chastity, her chastity was expendable. After that, she also tried to plead with Brett to release her. There were countless times when she would snap awake from a fantastical dream where she was lying in her cozy bed, coddled by her parents and husband. Eventually, she began to fantasize about her freedom. Since she had been missing for a long time, she thought people must be looking for her. Perhaps one of these days, someone would break the door open to rescue her.

“OK, sure, I can see that. It’s like 50 Shades of Fire, right? But why’d she leave another billion to the other dude, the ski resort guy.” Pause. A woman’s voice. “Maybe she was livin’ the dream?” Derisive DJ: “The dream?” Woman DJ: “You know. Two guys.” First DJ: “That’s our dream!” Derisive DJ: “Your dream is two guys?” The radio spilled over with giggles and full-throated guffaws. First DJ: “Haha, no—two women! Two chicks for one dick, man. For a billion bucks, though, I might do two guys. (Laughter). Girls don’t fantasize about threesomes with two guys— ”

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

... That night, Joshua had a very long, very realistic dream where his Luna Gibson returned to him. She fed him water and listened as he called her Honey. They even… In his dream, he called her Luna Gibson, and she answered him every single time. Not Alice’s awkward and unnatural reply, but an incredibly natural and smooth reply. The man closed his eyes and reminisced for a long time. If only…this dream became reality. A moment later, he opened his eyes and was met with the hotel room’s luxurious décor. He was not the only one asleep on the huge, soft bed, however. There was also…Alice, dressed in nothing but her underwear.

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?”

My husband is a workaholic who spends months traveling for business, leaving me and our two young daughters in an empty house for far too long. The loneliness became unbearable. Late at night, after the girls were asleep, I started raiding his hidden collection of lesbian p**n. At first, I told myself it was just something to pass the time, but soon I was hooked. Watching beautiful women kiss, touch, and devour each other awakened something deep inside me. I began fantasizing about soft skin, wet tongues, and eager fingers exploring my body. I craved another woman’s touch more than I cared to admit.

I scream, feeling my third orgasm coming. “Hey, wench!” a harsh voice broke into my dreams. “No screaming here. Keep your grubby mouth shut or I will stuff my phallus in it!” A fellow guard snickered at his dirty joke and they laughed at me together. I had not realized that I had been screaming. I had been dreaming about the very person I should not be dreaming about. The Lycan Prince had no room in my subconscious but he kept finding his way in, creating an accommodation I did not grant. The nature of the dreams of which he featured in disturbed me greatly because they manifested physically on me. My nipples stood painfully erect and I was damp at my privates. I had just days before the end

She was kind and strict at the same time, she never gave him a chance to avoid his lessons, but also was very passionate and kindhearted to him As soon as the moment Sung-ho placed his feet at the entrance of the strip club with behind his bodyguard, the men whom he came here for, knew that he had come as they could feel his presence.In the middle of the large room, Elrod was massaging a brunette's bare thighs with his left hand, another one was holding a glass of pink champagne. The stripper started to hovering all over his body and moving her hips as her work with a song named 'Bandz a Make Her Dance'. Elrod groaned with pleasure and shook his head by the rhythm of the song, then took a lo