Moaning In Your Sleep Novels & Stories

Salvatore; “Mmm… “The moan escapes me as gentle spasms race through my body. I’m deep in sleep. Too deep. I usually don’t sleep this deeply. It started ever since I started sleeping by David… I let out a moan as pleasure sends shivers through me, and my eyes fly open in shock. I look down and right there, between my legs, is David…! With my dick in his mouth. He blinks back at me, and my eyes become saucers.

She queried as she walked over to me and sat. “I’m fine. I was just a bit tired.” I responded as I pulled myself out of the blanket and sat upright placing my head on the bed’s headrest. “You were making low moans in your sleep, Lily. Don’t tell me you were fucking in your dreams.” “What are you saying? What.. do you.. mean?” I stuttered. I thought it was all a dream, I didn’t know my moans were audible. “I was heading towards the kitchen when I heard unusual sounds coming out of your room. I thought my ears were deceiving me at first till I opened the door and I met you moaning.”

Only the loud moaning of a woman’s voice can be heard aside from an occasional groaning and grunting from the guy, yet it is obvious what they are doing inside the privacy of their thin-walled room right next to Bianca’s. “Damn! Do they ever sleep?” Bianca was so annoyed. It was already three and almost four in the morning but her roommates are still banging scandalously in the other room. How on earth can she get her much-needed sleep?! She already had her earbuds and earphones stuck on her ears with its volume up to its limit and she must have fallen asleep for a minute or two but their groaning and moaning turned even louder, the noise could still get through her ears, killing her in anno

he screamed aloud this time, and out of his loss of consciousness for his environment, he did not stop moaning. "Aaarrrrgggghhhh..... Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh.... Aaarrrhhh.... Gosh... My dick ... My dick.... Ohhhhhhh my dickkkkkk..... Gra....ci...ous me....!!!! Aaaarrrhhh. ... This babe is soooo soooo hot mehnnnn.... I am going craaaaaazzzzyyyyyy....!!! Ohhhhhhh.... Jjjjjjssssshhhh.... F....u...u....c...k!

Actually . . .that’s not all snores. Monica thinks he just farted. She glares at him as though he’ll feel it in his sleep. Seriously? If he just launched a deadly dose of methane inside a metal tube with recirculated air, she was going to suffocate because she can’t escape to the onboard bathroom with her feet still asleep. She rolls her ankles with more intention, because now that she has thought about it, she really could use a trip to the restroom.

With a sigh, I threw off the covers and headed downstairs to refill. The house was eerily quiet as I descended the staircase, the darkness only broken by the soft glow of the nightlights. After filling my bottle in the kitchen, I began my ascent back to the second floor, my thoughts already drifting back to sleep. But as I reached the top of the stairs and was about to turn right toward my room, I froze. A faint, muffled sound reached my ears. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but then I heard it again—clearer this time. Someone was moaning.

MAYA “Where the heck could all this noise be coming from?” I mumbled low, tossed and turned. The sheets squealed beneath my heavy body. The screeching sound of something heavy, something metallic, still found its way into the room upstairs. I sighed defeatedly. The sleep finally left my eyes.

VERONICA I woke up with a start, gasping for breath as if I had been running in a marathon. My eyes were puffy, and a dull ache throbbed behind my temples. Another night of restless sleep plagued by haunting nightmares I let out a weary sigh, realizing that I must have cried myself to sleep again. It had become an all-too-familiar routine, my subconscious betraying me in the darkest hours of the night.

I studied for a while and had a little snack for dinner since I wasn’t really feeling hungry. I didn’t see Mason when I went down for dinner, not like I was always searching for his presence. Once back in my bedroom, I rounded up super fast because I was feeling really sleepy. Just when I laid down to sleep, I heard strange but familiar voices noises and when I tried to make out what they were saying I figured it was a girl moaning. My stomach tightened and I gagged and scoffed in anger, wishing I could strangle Mason and the bitch he was fucking right now.

But nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to walk into. I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, immediately noticing the eerie quiet of the house. The kind of silence that made your skin crawl. As I made my way up the stairs, I heard it—a low, unmistakable moaning sound. My heart dropped, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. The noise was coming from our bedroom. With each step, the sounds grew louder, more pronounced. Moaning, gasping, the bed creaking. My mind raced, disbelief mingling with anger and confusion. This couldn't be happening. Not now, not after everything.