Lesbian Dreams Novels & Stories

Hearing the thunderous sounds, she opened her eyes, looked around, the clouds were still rumbling as if God has opened the gates of the dam. She shivered feeling cold and snuggled up with him holding him tight. Hardeep was still sleeping with a smile on his face. Putting up her plan into action she slid off her robe wearing just purple lingerie. Opening her kit which she kept near the bed, she took out oil and spread on her body, then sliding away the quilt, making him open his eyes, she started working on his toes first giving fleeting kisses, then moving upwards like a fish, she kept her eyes on his face. She was looking like a voluptuous making him touch her but ...but there she said, mov

I hurried inside and Amanda, my best friend flitted to me, holding my hand and pulling me along. “Why are you late again, Nadia?” Amanda queried in a low tone, careful not to be heard by others. “What else makes me wake up late, Mandy? The usual of course,” I responded, overwhelmed by the situation. For the past two months, I have turned into a perpetual latecomer just for a stupid wet dream. “The same wet dream again?” Amanda asked, stopping to face me with her arms crossed over her chest. “Exactly,” I sighed with deflated shoulders.

Is this even real? “Not because these new emotions are overwhelming but I’m afraid I'm going to wake up tomorrow and realize that this wonderful evening was just a dream I had.” I frowned at the saddening thought. “It’s just a dream of a lonely girl wanting something that she could never really have...” I felt a crushing sense of sadness as I thought more about it. “If this is just a dream we’re sharing, would you come look for me, Conor?” I asked feeling a lump form in my throat. What if this is just a nightmare? What if I wake up to Lewis over me with that scary whip again?!

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”

She'd long been surfing lesbian story and movie sites; and lately, a lesbian BDSM site. She was now deeply involved with the fantasy of being a dominant lesbian, and doing the things to other girls that she had seen in some of the hardcore BDSM and bondage movies she enjoyed. Brenda Hinson chuckled to herself as her energetic daughter dashed by her home office in response to the sound of the front doorbell. 'Easy, kid,' she thought, 'it's gonna be a long afternoon.' She had no idea. Snatching the door open, the dripping girl excitedly said, "Hey Kelly, drop your stuff in my room and come out to the pool with us. Brrrr ...shit, it's feaking cold in here!" Vicki dashed back outside to the pool

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

With a pursed lips, she pieced all the puzzle together that she received from her dream, forming a story, “About a couple.” “A couple?” He asked, curious as well as confused. “A couple… it was about a witch and a demon,” she started. “I had always been dreaming of the similar dream. But in my first dream, they looked happy and in love. It slowly goes downhill as the witch expressed her sadness as they couldn’t be together.” Leon’s furrowed brows tightened. “That sound very familiar.” “Familiar?” She asked, as she wondered if Leon knew of the people she saw in her dream.

Loukas knew that was not the truth and though he did not know what the exact problem was, Leonidas did. After the party, after her, after she had left him on the edge of that lake and vanished, Leonidas' dreams increased to a tenfold. She was everywhere. The brown eyed girl. He heard her laugh, could almost smell the smoke of the lava beneath, felt the white haired male silver eyes gaze burn him from within, felt the darkness strangle him till he could not breathe and woke up gasping for air. He knew, Leonidas just knew that it was Her. If he could meet her, talk to her, maybe the dreams would stop, maybe she would tell him what was going on and maybe smile at him, but he did not know what t

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

"Dreams of a man, a stranger. He feels... dangerous." Her brow furrowed with concern, mirroring the turmoil that churned within me. "Tell me, Leo." As I recounted the vivid visions that had haunted my nights, her expression shifted from concern to a deep contemplation. When I finished, her gaze met mine, a blend of emotions swirling within their depths. "Leo, you must listen carefully," she began, her voice a gentle current that carried a weight of wisdom. "The man you've seen in your dreams, he is not an ordinary man. He is a carrier of darkness, a malevolent force that seeks to harm you."