Raw Dreams Novels & Stories

He fucks me like he’s trying to kill me with it, hips crashing, shelves shaking, paper reams sliding to the floor. “Say you hate me while you cream on my dick,” he grunts. “I hate you, I hate you, fuck, I hate you,” I sob, coming so hard my legs give out. He holds me up by my hair and keeps pounding until he groans and fills me, hot and thick and endless. We collapse in a heap on a pile of printer paper, limbs tangled, breathing like we ran a marathon. I don’t remember passing out. I wake up at 4 a.m. naked, mascara streaked, dried cum flaking on my thighs, hickeys everywhere.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

My boyfriend returned from his volunteer teacher post with a quiet girl. She wore bleached clothes and always spoke timidly, calling my boyfriend's name intimately. Since then, everything in our house had an extra copy for her. Winona Chaucer had everything I had and didn't have. I could put up with that, but then came the day of the proposal. My boyfriend knelt on one knee and pulled out a ring box with two rings inside. He looked at me and softened his voice to the point I thought he was convincing a child to accept an unreasonable request. "Winona said she wanted one too. Don't take it to heart, alright? Will you marry me, Liliana Davis" I looked at the identical diamond rings but t

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

“Alright, witch. Tell me what happens when I step through.” Violet swallowed. “Once you enter… you won’t see reality anymore. The Dream Realm will twist your memories, your fears, your past. You’ll feel like you’re drowning in them.” “Sounds like my childhood,” Fenrak muttered. “Fenrak,” Violet snapped, tears in her eyes, “this isn’t funny.” He stepped closer and flicked her forehead. “I know. That’s why I’m making jokes.” Rhea shook her head, fighting tears.

The man was ridding her roughly. "yes, screamed my name.., louder" he groaned. They both went wild in the room. The soundproof did a good job as her noisy weird screams filled in every corner of the room. * After hours of crazy sex, Nicki slumped her eyes shot as darkness consumed her. Alex pulled his long dick out of her planting his eyes at her core. He flecked to the camera on the wall with a visible smirk. * He crushed his lips on her breast giving it a bit"ahhh" she moaned in her sleep.

It was dark magick that she spoke of, but is there really magick? After a while of reflecting, I finally hoisted myself up to start on my tasks for the day. I finished my tasks within a few hours, then sat down to write of my dream. The dream of Laylan racing and meeting a brother of light, whatever that was. He was very good-looking, and he seemed to have a good heart. There was something about him that was familiar though. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew there was something. As the day went on, I decided to watch some movies to keep my mind from Laylan and Zelimir. Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that.

Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions. But then, the thoughts came. The hopelessness. The possibility that this could be another god-damned mirage. Another trick to get him at his edge. Another lie. Another reason to leave him more sullen. But as much as Arthur tried to convince himself that this was a mirage, it wasn't working. The voice was so vivid. And this time, he'd found someone who seemed like she owned the voice. His shaky fingers grabbed the shot glass and he took its content in a quick draught. Dizziness crawled up his eyes, but he definitely shook it off.

I was back in my room, snuggled all in my bed. Was the whole scene with Namhaid a dream? Relief rushed pver me as I sat up in my bed. "Nemi, you're okay!" Talia exclaimed, as she rushed towards me. I looked up at her, relived and confused. "Talia, what happened?" I asked her. Her eyes flashed a dark color before she smiled at me. "You blacked out when you went outside, you don't remember anything?" She asked me. I shook my head. She sighed at me. "You got mad at me, came in here, and then you went outside. I went out there, and found you passed out on the ground." She told me, painting a story that I wasn't sure was true. "I had the weirdest dream." I confessed, not letting her onto my suspi

Before I could grasp the implications, Raziel materialized beside me, his movement swift and unexpected, leaving me with a sense of startled unease. The sudden jolt of Raziel's appearance shattered the dreamwalk's hold on me, and I bolted upright in bed, my heart racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline. As I struggled to catch my breath, the vivid images of the dreamwalk still lingered in my mind, refusing to be shaken.