Lesbian Dreams Novels & Stories

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

"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."

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.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she continued, "I was in an open field, and I felt a storm coming in. So I walked to it and into our old house. I stepped through the door and into the set of a film I did last year. During one of the scenes, Kris appeared. She was angry and started trying to fight with Emily. You remember Emily, right? She was my co-star in the Western film. Well, we got kicked off set, and that's when I woke up." "That sounds intense," Elena replied. "I had a dream about Kris last night, too. I was getting a tattoo, and in the end, it got very heated. Not fighting, but, you know." "Ah," Liz' eyebrows raised. "Was it good, at least?" Elena blushed, remembering every detail.

This is an explicit adult anthology intended for mature readers only. It contains highly steamy, graphic scenes of lesbian sex between consenting adult women. --- In the heat of forbidden cravings and stolen moments, women surrender to their deepest, wettest desires. Sapphic Desires is a scorching collection of passionate W/W erotica, where soft curves press together, eager tongues explore, and trembling bodies lose themselves in raw, dripping pleasure. From a defiant student’s impulsive kiss in her strict teacher’s office—leading to hungry fingers, sucking lips on aching nipples, and intense, moaning climaxes—to an unexpected visitor who joins the fray, turning shock into a slick,

“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…"

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.