Moaning In Your Sleep Novels & Stories

Seeing my girls still sound asleep, I laugh at myself. Just as I return to my sleeping bag, I hear a female moaning in the distance. It's that high moan that sounds like a laugh at the end. It seems as if it's getting louder and closer. I return to my makeshift peephole watching and listening. My eyes are fixed on this trail opening into the woods. My heart's beating so fast that I hear it in my ears, so I stop breathing. Feeling light-headed I pause a moment more, then take a deep breath. As soon as I exhale, I hear that woman again. She's no longer moaning but sighing as if she's humming. The creepiness of her voice causes me to shiver. It's a moment of eerie silence then I hear her moanin

I didn’t get a wink of good sleep last night. I’m just not used to music playing in my ears. Plus, my earbuds were uncomfortable and kept falling out, so I eventually just took them off, even though I could hear the loud moaning all around us. It was like a contest was happening. A competition of who could moan the loudest and who was actually enjoying it the most. But as for my companion, he slept through the night and woke up in a great mood.

It's taking me a lot of self-control not to kill this pest. "We aren't, but we will... soon." "Really? But why were you moaning his name in your sleep? Last night I couldn't sleep because you kept moaning... _**oh Mitch, hmm Mitch, baby_... were you dreaming about the two of you fu**ing?"*

I might have actually started to sweat a little. Every time I started to actually fall asleep, I was plagued by vivid memories of Monica kneeling next to me. Of Monica stroking my d*ck. Of Monica whispering hot secrets into my ear. Of Monica's warm breath… I would startle awake, unsure if I was dreaming or if it was happening again. My body would be awash in nerves. It was almost like I was delirious with fever.

Sloane’s POV The moaning wakes me up at midnight, same as every night. It’s my mom and Damian. I can hear them through the thin wall that separates my bedroom from theirs. I’ve been listening to this for a year — the creak of the bed frame, my mom’s breathless little gasps, and the low, rough grunts that belong to her boyfriend. Those grunts have lived rent-free in my head for a year and I’ve cum to them more times than I will ever admit to a living soul.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He snorted, flicking his tiny tail. “Probably die in a ditch somewhere.” “Thanks,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes. But my smile lingered as I lay back down, feeling a small flicker of warmth in the cold darkness. I don’t know when I drifted off, but it couldn’t have been for long. A sharp noise woke me – a soft moan echoing faintly through the silent hall. I frowned, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Another moan followed, low and breathy, coming from the direction of the communal bathrooms down the corridor.

he asked me in a low whisper. “What…?” I murmured in shock as my mind inherently recalled all the ways he loved me on our wedding night. “You were even moaning in your sleep. It seemed like you were enjoying yourself,” he said before he smirked at me knowingly. My eyes widened when I realized that he must have watched me sleep but I did not remember moaning in my sleep. Did I really do that? “Ahhh! Ahhh” I cried out and then moaned when I felt jolts of intense pleasure erupt from the sensitive spot between my legs.

I pushed the front door of our apartment shut behind me with a soft click. All I wanted to do was collapse into my bed. But the second I kicked off my sneakers and padded forward in my socks, I heard a low, throaty moan. My pulse jumped. Rina? She wasn’t the type to watch loud TV or talk on the phone this late. I froze, one hand still on the strap of my messenger bag. Another moan drifted out, louder this time, and breathy too. “Mmm… fuck…”

I moaned loudly. I could swear that the entire village could hear my voice now as I tilted my head to the side, my eyes were bloodshot as I took my precum and rubbed it on the length. My pace became faster and rougher, while my gasps filled the room, “ Oh yes! Fuck. Ah.” I moaned so loudly that I felt that my entire body trembled from the feeling. “ Yes, mother!” I moaned loudly, lips curled as I relived her expression in my head.

I just wish to be set free from their claws. Getting to my room, I laid on my bed immediately without changing out of the towel I wrapped around my waist. I was terribly angry as it is, and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to pull this through. Just as I laid myself on my bed to sleep, I heard muffling sounds in the other room my mom stays in since she woke up. She moaned and this wasn't the first time. It happens every night, and I'm beginning to go crazy mere thinking of the monster forcing my mom every night.