Moaning In Your Sleep Novels & Stories

I was sniffing the snot up. “Why?” “I walk in my sleep. I also cry, and kick, or mumble while asleep. I’m telling you this is advance so you’ll know what to expect.” “I know.” “Huh?” “You forgot something. Tss, you’re also drooling.” “I just drool if I sleep tired or if I have a cold.” “Just keep your lips shut.” “Now that you know I’m more violent when asleep than when awake, what are you going to do?”

Like he knew we’d need to come back and finish the sentence. The door opened with almost no sound. Her white noise machine was still on. Ocean waves,Fake oned Loud but Constant. Too loud for sleep, honestly. Crashing over and over like it was trying to drown something out. Footsteps. Breathing. Screaming. Maybe all of it. The sound hit my head and made everything feel underwater. Mom was in the middle of the bed. On her back. Silk robe twisted around her waist like she’d been fighting it in her sleep. One arm over her head. Mouth slightly open. Breathing slow. Deep. Even.

I knew she was fast asleep. I continued my walk to my room, nearing Lily's room, when I heard it. A faint sound, like a soft moan. “I froze.” My heart was thudding in my chest, convinced my ears were playing tricks on me. I stopped walking and stood perfectly still, straining to hear over the pounding of my own pulse. There it was again, clearer this time. I wasn't mistaken. Someone was moaning, and at this hour, it had to be Lily my younger sister.

Monet did not initially dream in pictures. She dreamed in fear. It was the kind that sits low in the body, deep in the gut, heavy and instinctive, older than thought. The kind that made her curl inward even in sleep, knees drawn tight, breath shallow. Then sound crept in. A woman’s breathing. Fast. Uneven. Breaking.

The sounds spilling from his mouth weren’t words, just raw, guttural moans of pain. “Lorenzo?” I whispered. He didn’t wake. The noise grew sharper, a choked sound like agony tearing out of him. His hand clenched into a fist, his body rigid, as if he was fighting something in his sleep—something he couldn’t escape. For a second, my anger cracked, replaced by fear.

I went on this trip with my friend and we shared a hotel room but different beds. After a night out, we went back to sleep and we were drunk so we said fuck it and just slept in underwear. In the morning, once I wake up, he looks at me and laughs. “what?” I asked “bro you was moaning in your sleep and took your underwear off”

Jess's Pov I was sprawled on my bed, in nothing but a barely there thong and an old tank top, while trying to force sleep to come. Then the first moan drifted through the house. It was soft at first, but I thought I imagined it. Then it got louder, followed by a needy whine and hoarse moan. I sat up fast, who was that? Our parents weren't at home, so we would make such obscene noises? The sound of the wet slap of skin on skin filled my room. It could only be one person.

She moves closer, rolling into me with slow, unconscious circles. “King,” she whispers, following with little gasps that sound all too familiar. The sound is identical to the one she makes when I’m inside her. Her fingers curl against my chest, and she moans again, trying to chase the friction that she can't seem to find in her sleep.

Braxton and I lay entwined in each other's arms, lost in the embrace of dreams, our sleep a refuge from the cares of the world. The night is still, save for the distant hum of the city far below. A sense of serenity envelops us, cocooning us in a blissful tranquility. I, with my hair cascading over the satin pillow, nestle closer to Braxton, my lips just inches from his ear. His steady breathing is a lullaby, soothing my restless heart. However, all of a sudden, a sinister change creeps into the night. A series of nonstop low, mournful howls echo through the penthouse, a haunting lament that sends shivers racing down my spine. My eyes flutter open, my sleep-fogged mind struggling to comprehe

I was dizzy with it, and my cock reacted to it. It was late, so I thought that maybe she was asleep. But no. That wasn’t what I heard. Not from this side of the door. I heard the sound of the bed creaking. It made me frown and press my ear closer to the door. Yes, her bed was creaking, and that wasn’t the only thing that I heard. I heard her voice too, and she was… Moaning.