Romance Dreams Novels & Stories

In this tender space between sleep and wakefulness, I allow myself to embrace the romantic possibility that awaits me fully. In the dream realm, our connection flourishes, transcending the boundaries of reality. We explore uncharted territories of the heart, weaving a tapestry of love and desire that knows no bounds. The whispered promises and stolen glances become a language of their own, a secret code that only our souls can decipher. As I drift deeper into slumber, I cling to the intoxicating sweetness of our imaginary encounters, cherishing every stolen moment and heartfelt confession. In this ethereal realm, there are no barriers, no uncertainties, only the pure essence of love that bin

His cock strains his pants and when he closes the door behind him and locks it, my pussy clenches so hard around Dante’s cock that he groans. “Your friend Jade booked two,” Dante says against my ear. His cock still buried inside me. “She said you deserved the full fantasy.” The blond walks over. Stands beside the couch. Close enough that I can smell him – clean, sharp, different from Dante. He looks at me – riding Dante, my tits out, the tiara catching the light, a stranger’s cock deep in my pussy. “I’m Cole,” he says. Like this is a normal introduction. “Happy almost-wedding.”

she asked quietly. "Of course." I sat up and wiped my eyes. Mom sat on my bed and twisted her hands together nervously. "Skylar something is wrong with me." "What do you mean?" "I keep having dreams about him. About Ross." Her voice shook. "Dreams where we are together where I love him. Vivid dreams that feel like memories but I know they are not real." My heart started racing. "What kind of dreams?" "Last night I dreamed we were dancing. He was holding me close and telling me he loved me. It felt so real I woke up crying."

he murmurs as I nuzzle into his chest, his scent washing over me and putting me under a spell of sleep. Only my sleep isn’t one that is true sleep. I’m once again thrust into my waking dreams. The ones where I am lost inside my head, watching things unfold. What I deem to be my future as they did bring me to Falcon after all. And though in my dreams we are lovers and in the real world we are not, it feels like I know it is inevitable. The haze over my eyes is still there, before lifting as I watch a young woman, one who looks like Rome, running frantically through the woods.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I replied confidently while smiling abundantly. “It's okay.” He smiles without any worry. “I dreamed that I was meeting my father.” I look at him without stopping my smile, but I don't want him to think badly of me. “I dreamed that I met him in a big city.” I look at his face and he is quite happy that I dreamed about that. “He hugged me and told me he loved me.” I kiss his black hair that smells of flowers, while I try to keep my feelings to myself. “We have to go to school.” I reply still with a smile on my lips.

She said and I laughed. "Yeah you were right, we also made a deal to take the winner to any country of their choice so I guess I owe you a trip to any country in the world but you still haven't given me an answer." I said and she stood up, moved closer to me and kissed my forehead. "Is that enough for an answer?" She asked and I chuckled. "Definitely" I said. "I love you Alex, I really do." She said. "I love you too Jasmine, a lot." I replied and she smiled.

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

Jonathan looked at me incredulously and clasped my face. As his cold hand touched my face, electricity rushed down my spine, and I closed my eyes to feel his touch. He drove me insane with his mere touch and gave goosebumps all over my body. "If this is a dream, then I never want to wake up." I opened my eyes as I listened to his words. He went on as he continued to stare at me in complete disbelief. “Because you're in front of me and I can control the thirst for blood, it's like a dream. Please confirm that it is not a dream, Mia.”

It was an amazing sight for the young lad, and he almost came right then and there. Sally stretched again and pretended to come awake. "Oh, Johnny, you wouldn't believe the dream I was having," she said huskily. "Why, Johnny, what's wrong? You're red as a beet." "Um, um." "What Johnny? What is it?" Sally pretended not to notice her nakedness. "Um, your b-b-breasts, mom." Sally looked down and feigned surprise. "Oh, sorry, Johnny. I guess I got all tangled up while dreaming. "When your father is away, I have the most erotic dreams."