Lesbian Dreams Novels & Stories

Through their presence, the dreams became not just a series of disjointed visions but a pathway to understanding the intricate pattern of my own story. In this vague space between dreams and unconsciousness, my past unfolded in a series of vivid descriptions and accounts. The moon goddess's mysterious message resounded, acting as a guiding thread through the labyrinth of my own memories. Each dream served as a picture, a fragment of a greater narrative that held the key to unravelling the quality of my existence. The moon goddess's ethereal beauty, the visceral horror of betrayal and violence, the comforting presence of my mates – all woven into the intricate tapestry of my being.

"I used to dream about the sounds you made." Her hands moved to the front clasp of my bra. She flicked it open with practiced ease, and the cups fell away. For a moment she just looked, eyes tracing the curves of my breasts, the hardening peaks of my nipples. Then she cupped them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive tips in slow circles. Pleasure sparked through me, sharp and bright. I pushed into her hands, wordless.

“The mermaids, Momma. You know—the ones who brought the message for Leah.” Leesa felt her jaw drop open. Somehow, Ralin had shared her dream—and it seemed as if he might have seen even more than she had. “What is it?” Dominic asked. “What’s all this talk about queens and mermaids? And why has it upset you like this?” Leesa had not told Dominic about the dream, so she quickly explained her vision, including the fact that she had seen it three times now. “Each time it was clearer and more complete,” she told him after she had summarized the story. Her eyes shifted to Ralin, who was still sitting on the ground, watching her with a curious expression on his face.

Her lemon fragrance brought those indescribable dreams he had been having to mind. In Lucas' dreams, Chesley was passionate, coiling around him like a snake. She danced wildly and enchanted him with her sensual moves from beneath him. The dream suddenly became unusually vivid. He even noticed tears trickling down from the corners of her eyes. Chelsey dug her nails into Lucas' flesh. The intensity of the pain became apparent, too. Lucas abruptly opened his eyes. The Chelsey in his dream overlapped with the one in his arms. "Let go of me now…"

“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.

She and her husband and Aleta, all. Misplaced dreams. Ill-suited dreams. Nearly unseemly in her unabashed, wide-eyed dreaming of them. She should be embarrassed. She should be ashamed to have dreamed such feral dreams at all. They weren’t for little people and nobodies. They weren’t for her.

Could it be? The thought of the Moon Goddess felt real to her, as if the goddess herself had woven the fabric of her dreams, filling them with meaning. And yet, Anna had a suspicion that she was the one responsible. After all, who else could make sense of the bizarre, often fragmented worlds she visited each night? She was the dream maker, or at least a part of her was. Her dreams had intensified, each one feeling more real than the last. She arrived home, the rain still pouring outside, soaking her hair as she hurried into her apartment building. Inside, she could finally breathe a little easier, the warmth of her home a small comfort against the chill of the storm.

Everyone tried to comfort me, saying, "It's your idea. Nobody can really steal it from you." But Wendy, standing in the corner with red eyes and a trembling smile, said softly, "So this is Kate's dream wedding... I won't take it, then. But, if it's not too much to ask, can I come see it in person on the big day? It's just so beautiful." All her envy and disappointment showed through. Jason, who had been lost in thought, suddenly looked up and said in a strangely calm voice, "Kate, why don't you just let her use the design?"

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

She was so desperate that she grabbed a fruit knife from the table, holding it defensively while glaring at us. “What’s this?” The cremation staff looked at me perplexedly. “Don’t mind her. That’s my husband’s mistress. She’s gone mad with grief, thinking he’s still alive,” I said casually. Quinn’s eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting me to know about their affair. “Take him. I’m his legal wife—with a marriage certificate and everything.” At my command, the staff restrained Quinn and swiftly wheeled Lannister out. “Sophia, you did this on purpose! You know Lannister isn’t really dead!” Quinn screamed, chasing after them. She slapped Lannister’s face hard several times and even pinche