Moaning In Your Sleep Novels & Stories

Sera I'm deep in sleep when I hear it..the voices. They come low at first, muffled and distant like they're far away. But they're there, and they are disturbing my sleep. I groan, turning onto my side as I press my face deeper into my pillow, trying to ignore it. Still, the sound persists, traveling through the walls and rattling my banging skull. Teeth clenching, I pick up my pillow and place it over my head, blocking out the sound, but it only muffles it a bit.

“Mav! Oh my god! F*ck!” I woke up with the moans and groans penetrating my bedroom walls. All I could do was put in my wireless headset, but even with the music blasting dangerously in my ears, I could still hear all the moans, groans, screams, and the occasional wall knocking coming from his bedroom. Since it looked like I would not be able to sleep anytime soon, I just went downstairs and got myself a beer just to cap off the night. I was on my second can when I heard footsteps down the stairs, and that was my cue to hide beside the fridge.

"You look pale." "J-just tired," I stammered, unable to look at Mark. "Maybe you're coming down with something," Mark said, his voice laced with false concern. He leaned against the counter opposite me, taking a long drink of water. His eyes never left mine. "You were making some strange noises last night. Sounded like you were in pain." I felt the blood drain from my face. My mom just laughed. "Oh, she's always been a dramatic sleeper. Talks and moans in her sleep. You should have heard her when she was little."

she said and I looked at her in confusion. " What's wrong with your computer?" " It's broken" " Whatever, go freshen up and then you can use my computer" " Okay, thanks" After bathing and eating that afternoon, I packed my science note and then hurried up to my mother's room. The door was locked and I knocked several times but she didn't answer, just as I was turning around, I heard a man's voice in the room and then I panicked thinking he's hurting my mom because of the odd noise she was making - a noise I later got to know was called moaning.

COLE. "Mhm," I moaned in my sleep, darkness covering my senses. A finger traced circles on my stomach, pressing a bit to add pressure. My eyes fluttered open, and I parted my lips. My breath caught in my throat. "Adam... what are you...?"

Simone's POV A knock on my door wakes me from the terrible nightmare. I’m soaked in sweat and my throat burns. I've been told I scream in my sleep, so I've always just assumed that's the cause of my nightly sore throat. It’s always the same dream. Every night without fail.

A sound that didn't belong to the peaceful night air. A moan. Soft, breathy, distinctly feminine. Coming from the direction of Penthouse A. What the fuck?

Taking in every inch of him just like I've been dreaming about. Oh God! The pleasure started to build within me,the sweat started to pour out of me like a shower had poured over me. He was inside of me and his hands were on my waist pushing me back and forth on his cock. "Oh God!"I moaned."Oh God! Mmm!!" My eyes fluttered open and I released that I had been moaning in my sleep,moving about the bed like I was in the act itself. It was just a dream! A filthy dream that's going to be on my mind for the rest of the day.

He pushed it open slightly, about to call out — but froze almost immediately. A weird sound hit him before anything else. He wasn't sure what it was at first...but It was definitely loud moans. "Yes....oh gawdd, yes! Right there...." A deep groan followed the loud moans, "Yeah! You like this." "Uhhhh, harder, don't. stop." The headboard of the bed was slamming hard against the wall in a rhythm that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Deep male grunts mixed the creaking of bed spring bouncing wildly. And then the lady's voice reached a high pitch that must have definitely disturbed the neighbors two floors down.

That's enough. I slip my hands out of my shorts, dashing to my room with balled hands. My body curls on my bed, my eyes snapping shut to invoke slumber, but my efforts proved abortive. I can't sleep. Not with my heart beating this fast. Not when my breath is hitching from the scene I just witnessed. I lay in my bed, staring into the ceiling as the faint sounds of their moans echoed in my ears. I don't know how long I stay like that, all I know is that the moans slowly die down into nothing but eerie silence.