Moaning In Your Sleep Novels & Stories

she declared, still chuckling. "I'm being serious, Nancy," Daphne repeated, her expression stern. "Do I snore in my sleep?" Nancy's grin faltered for a moment before she launched into a teasing response. "Well, let me break it down for you. Some days, you don't snore at all. A good number of days, you're as quiet as a mouse. Some days, you snore lightly, which usually means you're just tired. But then there are those days..." Nancy paused, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "You snore like you're channeling the mighty dragon, and on really special occasions, you sound like a big, fat ogre!"

I dropped the phone on the bed and pushed the toy deeper, a loud moan leaving my lips. “Ez—Aah!!” I groaned.

What were you dreaming about that made you to moan while sleeping? "Nothing,' This was damn amazing, how could this be, damn, yet shameful. Moaning in my sleep, has sex with Aztec clouded my head from thinking straight. "Is it really nothing,' “Damn! Baby…” he said trying to reach me but I had already escaped out of the bed. “Good morning,' I muttered and I quickly went into the bathroom to take a cold shower and calm my burning body. I took off my nightwear gently and slowly as the image of Aztec and I having sex flashed through my eyes once again. My breath came out hard and my heart began to thump hard in my chest.

The moans were starting to sound like screams, and I couldn't take it anymore. I shouted out, "Who's there? What's happening?" but my voice was lost in the endless moans. I felt like I was losing my mind, that this was all some sick dream that I couldn't wake up from. I continued to walk around the room, looking for any sign of what could be causing the moans. It was like the sound was coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I was starting to feel lightheaded, my vision becoming blurry and my legs feeling like they were going to give out at any moment.

I turned around and marched to my room, slamming it shut. * * * * That night, I could sleep. Aaah aah, mmmmh mmmhmmh oh yeah baby oh yeah! aah aah ,sssssc, Sascha, oh oh, oh, ahhh ahh I was lying in my bedroom, trying to get some sleep but, it seemed almost impossible with the noises coming from the room beside mine. Zoey was making these loud moans that echoed through the walls, and it was driving me crazy.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and was about to turn on the television when I heard something. I focused. It sounded like moaning. Coming from next door. I couldn't tell at first if it was happy moaning or like... wailing from sadness or something. I stopped moving and just listened and I could hear occasionally words and the moaning. I could definitely tell it was coming from next door now. From Cassie and Brittany's room.

“Unsolved Mysteries it is.” I turn it on, we get under the covers, and she snuggles right into me. Her warm body presses along my side, her leg draped over my thighs. I rub her belly, feeling the baby shift, and she strokes my chest until just like that, she’s knocked out cold. And when I say snoring… she is SNORING. Loud as hell. I laugh quietly and keep watching until sleep hits me too. At some point, I start hearing moans. Loud ones. At first, I think I’m dreaming that me and my woman are doing our thing. But then someone is poking my face.

I say carefully. “Did you? How lovely. I barely slept at all myself.” She adjusts her blankets with exaggerated wincing, but her eyes are sharp with mischief. “So much noise. Mysterious sounds in the night. Thumping. Creaking. The headboard kept hitting the wall at very…” She pauses, tapping a finger against her chin like she’s searching for the right word. “…consistent intervals.” My face burns. “And the moaning, goddess,” she adds dreamily. “At first I thought someone was injured. Then I realized it was just… enthusiasm.”

It feels good to see her sleep; she’s always had issues with insomnia, and lately she has been doing so well, sleeping without complications. After I remove her sneakers, I place a warm towel on her pink, swollen pussy. She sighs, mumbling some causal words—normal sleep-meaningless speeches. Then I hear her mumbling some more words again, and this time it's not just normal sleep talk. She is calling for her parents, and I’m freaking out right now. Her face seems distressed again, like she’s in pain as she pulls her brows together.

Helen? "Are you alright? You were moaning in your sleep!" She rushed out, alarmed. Her words swirled around my head, taking a moment to sink but when they did, I flinched. I was moaning!? Oh shit! Embarrassment collided into me like a ton of bricks as I sprang to my seat, my eyes growing wide with panic. I'd always known those dreams would put me in trouble one day and now it has happened.